You had stayed in bed for days after the reunion party, if it could even be called a party without Gale. The real Gale, not the projection that handed you the letter that tore your heart asunder all over again. The rest of your friends had eyed your swollen abdomen, assuming who the father was, but saying nothing, afraid of adding to your grief.

Astarion, of all people, had taken up vigil in your home, ensuring that you ate properly and took care of yourself during your pregnancy. You awoke to a knock at your bedroom door and it opened, revealing your pale friend carrying a tray of food which he sat on your bedside table. "Darling," he said gently, "you have got to leave this room. I may no longer be able to see the sun, but you still should."