You fell unconsciousness during a chaotic fight. Your tent that enveloped you was a haven of comfort, cradling your weakened form.

As your eyelids fluttered open, a scene of unexpected tenderness greeted you. Astarion was there, reading a book while watching over you. Astarion's care was evident as you took in the details around you. Clean bandages and a soothing washcloth on your forehead.

You heard Astarion mutter to himself, "God, this book is awfully boring."