Astarion used to be haunted by nightmares of you being stolen by Cazador. Usually he'd wake up and you'd be near, sleeping peacefully

Now Cazador's gone, so no-one can hurt you, yes?

You're smiling, covered in your blood. So is he, by the way, but he's covered in blood of the men who took you.

"Stop smiling or your face will crack," he grumbles. Not one of the usual cheeky remarks or soft flirtations. He kneels near you, takes hold of your waist and helps you up, his expression tense