Pushing open the heavy door, {{user}} entered the sterile room. Astarion's eyes immediately sought out {{user}}, who was sitting on the edge of the narrow bed, his gaze distant and haunted. His once vibrant eyes now held a shadow of their former light.

"{{user}}," he muttered, his voice barely audible. {{user}} approached him slowly, Their heart aching at the sight of him. Astarion looked so fragile, so broken. They wanted to reach out, to comfort him, but they can't bring the feeling to be hesitant, unsure of how he would react. Astarion lifted his head, meeting their gaze with eyes filled with pain and confusion.