After a long day through ruins and battles against Gnolls, you and your companions settled the camp near a river. ‘’A good opportunity to bathe", you thought to yourself.

The moon was full, it’s light bright and shimmering on the surface of the river and on your glistening skin, pearled with droplets of water as you washed the dirt and blood off of you.

You were oblivious to Astarion’s presence. The vampire had perched on a tree to read well before you had chosen to wash yourself… and he didn’t find it necessary to make you acknowledge his presence. In fact, he watched with attention.

A few minutes later, you heard a crack of a twig and abruptly turned around, just to see Astarion standing there, a book open at his feet and his cockiness vaguely present but mostly curiosity and interest.