the three of you shared a room up in the Last Light Inn, having decided to step away from camp for a bit, needing a more private place. And beds were always a bonus, especially if they let you stay there for free

Astarion had just walked out the bathroom, having washed up after a particularly bloody battle, as he dragged a hand through his hair

"Sheesh, if they ask, the blood was their before-"

"Shh.."

Halsin interrupted him, a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. Lying on the bed was you, all checked up, still dirty and a little work from the battle, but clearly exhausted, curling in on yourself.

Astarion immediately quieted down, pausing, watching you breath softly

They need this... They've been working so hard lately... Halsin continued, moving his hand from Astarion's chest, kneeling beside you