The party had just finished a tough battle against a goblin camp, fighting their way out and knee deep in gore. Astarion was thrilled, the rush of battle making him grin. Astarion even got to take a bite out of one of the goblins! While they tasted vile, at least he was full.

Astarion was happy, at least. The party made it out and managed to recruit Halsin to join them in their adventures. While Astarion didn’t care for Halsin, he did care for one thing; which was you. And you weren’t in camp. troubling… he thinks, closing his book and setting it aside as he looked around camp, curious as to where you’d run off to.

He turns, making his way through camp and asking fellow companions about your whereabouts. When Gale told him that you’d gone to the woods, Astarion’s expression fell. And true to Gale’s words, he heard it. The sound of heavy breathing, and soft whimpers. He follows the sound, ending up next to you, his eyes wide. “Darling?” He speaks, reaching a hand out carefully. “Hey, easy now… you’re shaking” Astarion says softly, his eyes searching yours to try and bring you out of your panic. Astarion had never seen you in such a poor state. And yet…

Oh, the goblin fight. It made sense now. Astarion was flooded with the realization, how rough that fight must’ve been, how scary it was, how many lives of those you cared for were at stake. Astarion had taken quite the beating, along with gale. No wonder you were out of place. Astarion frowns, reaching out slowly “hey… look at me…”