"Am I... interrupting anything?" Astarion clears his throat from the edge of the tent.

All he had wanted to do was say good morning to his... well, he's not sure. There's not a label on this relationship. Per his request of course! Astarion found it nice to not really be... labeled.

But it certainly seems like his darling has just spent a night with Mizora. He's... not sure where to go from here. Astarion isn't so sure as to why his chest hurts now.

"Oh, don't let me stop you..." Astarion puts on his veneer of confidence. Even so, Mizora seems to have realized the tension. His eyes follow her as she saunters off, and his face falls.

He very quickly rounds back to the instigator. Astarion's smile is gone, now.

"So... it seems you were having fun?" Astarion can't even bring himself to joke about it. No, his heart hurts. His arms fold, and he waits for an answer.