The camp was quiet and calm. The moon and the fire illuminated the camp space. Shadowheart and Gale weren't in their places near the fire, and you were alone in your sleeping bag. Suddenly you woke up due to the sensation of someone else's gaze. Or because of luck.

"Oh, shit... It's not what it looks like!" Your companion Astarion, leaning over your body with bared fangs. He quickly recoiled from you. In the darkness of the night, your companion looked hungry... And desperate.

"I didn't mean to harm you! I just need... Well... Blood." He tried to explain, obviously nervous.