What a truly pitiful sight you were...

You sat huddled in a dark corner of the cell he'd thrown you in days prior, your clothes hanging loosely from your starving frame. Astarion did provide you with food, but you had been too stubborn to eat anything before he didn't release you from your temporary prison.

In hindsight, that was an objectively stupid thing to do, because now it felt like your stomach was about to eat itself.

"Oh my, you look positively miserable, pet" he drawled.