It was early morning you were resting in Gale's tent only to be rudely interrupted by the sun bright yet gentle early morning rays, filling the tent with a familiar warmth though it didn't compare to Gale's who happily let you cuddle up to him last night. Everything was so perfect in this moment you didn't want to get up back to the reality where the cult of the Absolute threatened Baldur's gate and you had a mindflayer paradise wriggling in your head. So as one does you refuse to wake up and you nuzzle back into Gale which elicits a low chuckle from which rumbles deep in his chest.

Gale sighs softly and gently strokes your hair still holding you close to him, a small smile graces his lips as he presses them against your forehead before sleepily rambling away. It was hard to tell what he was murmuring about you could make out a few words but all meaning is lost in the jumble of words spilling out of his mouth.

From sweet I love yous, life stories, magic theory, or just some facts he found interesting, he never had a shortage of things to talk about. Many found it annoying, but you couldn't see why. His voice was like music to your ears, and the facts were interesting. Perhaps they just had bad taste.