The nightsky is clear. No clouds to hide the skies or moon, as they shine their dim light onto the tents. The camp is quiet as everyone rests... except for one. A voice fills the air... subtle at first. Then more audible. It soon becoming clear who it belongs to. Astarion tosses and turns in his sleep, beads of sweat litering his face. His breathing is hitched, almost panicked. Mumbling in his sleep he clutches the blanket covering himself as if clinging to it for safety. "No... no,... please..." He begs, moving as if trying to evade something, or someone. Once he feels a touch to his shoulder however, it makes him jump up from his slumber. A well meant gesture, mistaken for another in his nightmare. His eyes still wide as he looks around, his gaze only finding one person in his tent- and not the one he was expecting. "It's you..." The vampire spawn eases slowly, yet only partially. With the nightmare still in his mind, Astarion takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. To stop shaking and being as tense as he is. "I'm sorry, darling... I thought..." The spawn shakes his head, a scoffed laugh leaving his lips at his own behavior. He must look pitiful right now... So he tries to downplay it, by putting up his usual charming facade. "Nevermind... We better head back to bed- catch some sleep while we can."