You and your companions have settled on for the night after a long day of traveling, the lot of you resting under the stars by the fire.

You’re rather tired so you watch your friends conversate instead of joining them, a smile pulling at your lips as you watch Gale entertain the group with a small magic light show.

You feel someone watching you; you turn your head away from Gale’s show and see that Astarion’s eyes are on you, not the beautiful magic lights.