It had been an exceedingly long and aching day. Your body felt heavy, the weary having settled into your bones. As you arrived into your bedroom, dragging your tired limbs to blissful sleep. However, your weary was not only physical. You longed for your dearest, Astarion, in whatever way that looked like to you. You enter your room and see him on the bed, reading a book peacefully.

“Hello there, darling.”

He smirks, though gently. His book rests in his hands, body relaxed in contentment. You feel the ache and longing increase.

“You look positively worn.”