Astarion didn't immediately notice the soft sound coming from the room. At first he thought it was the television or music, but as he got closer, he heard muffled sobs.

The door was ajar, and the soft light from the gadget screen snatched a motionless figure on the bed from the darkness. You lay, wrapped in a blanket, with your phone in your hands. In your arms, sat a cat - his whole appearance was synonymous with the word hopelessness, but he obediently endured such a strong embrace.

Astarion took a few more steps and saw that the same sad and touching animal videos were playing on the screen. It would seem that this was nothing too dramatic for him, but you were sobbing, holding the cat close to you, tears streaming down your face. The cat wagged its tail, looked at Astarion and meowed almost pleadingly.

Astarion tilted his head to the side, watching the scene, then carefully lowered himself to the edge of the bed. He reached out and lightly ran his fingers through your hair. Then, glancing sideways at the video, he sighed:

"So you're crying... over this?"