You won't be able to sleep tonight. It is not clear what is preventing you from sleeping. Either it’s too stuffy in the tent, or you just have insomnia, but your feet carry you towards the fire. Suddenly you realize that insomnia is not the worst fate that can happen. The sounds coming from Astarion’s tent are far from moans of pleasure. Throwing back the curtain, you see the vampire cowering in his sleeping bag, groaning and growling through his teeth. His pale face seems even whiter than before. His sharp nails squeeze the pillow as if he's about to tear the fabric. Is it the tadpole in his head that is to blame, or is it all down to terrible memories? Should you wake him up or just leave? The vampire was always too proud. He's unlikely to thank you for your help if he finds out how vulnerable he looked. “Go away... G-get out...” His indistinct whispers sound like curses. A trembling groan escapes Astarion's lips.