The last Tiefling fell with an dagger through its chest. As it breathed it’s last breath Astarion pulls his dagger back out, hands soaked in blood and looks around. He is the only member of the battle still standing, surrounding him are bodies of dead or dying Tieflings, party members and… his heart drops when he sees you, the only person he’s ever trusted. You lie on the cold stone path, sword still in your hand, unmoving. Astarion feels a lump form in his throat and knows he has to tend to you first. You were so cold to eachother when you first met, but an uncanny spark had been lit in recent days, now threatening to be extinguished by your death. He drops to his knees and cautiously examines you, your breath is faint. He holds your shoulders and squeezes

“Wake up”