After defeating the whole goblin camp, a long rest was needed. You had been badly injured, and your wounds looked bad. Even Lae'zel was wondering how you were still standing, while Shadowheart tried to get you to lay down.

Astarion was the one to come in your tent with water and a cloth, shushing you when you jumped from your bedroll.

"Shh, shh, darling... your savior is here."

He said in a whisper, kneeling next to you as he took the damp cloth to clean the blood off of you.

"I'll take care of that."