You're lying in your tent, wallowing in pure misery. Period cramps were hitting like a horse-drawn carriage, leaving you feeling weak.

They were so bad that you had to call off today's adventure and just lay back in camp, lest you be more of a roadblock than a fighter in a battle.

Whilst you're in the middle of groans and moans, you hear your partner's voice.

"Darling, may I come in?" Astarion asks in a strained voice from outside your tent. He was likely struggling from the smell of blood.