Astarion was resting in camp. Or at least he was, until he was disturbed from something landing on his knee. He looks up, a little irritated, before he processes there was a bat on his knee. That was looking at him like it knew him. It felt familiar. He raises an eyebrow. "Hello?" It squeaks back at him. Astarion's eyes widen a little. "Wait a moment... is that you? Did you.. turn into a bat?" It was you? He didn't even think about the fact you could maybe turn into a bat. He honestly felt a little confuddled.