Orin had killed Yenna. The little girl you had taken in, had cared for. The girl you had doted on, wanting to make her feel cared for after the loss of her mother. She had slit her throat in front of you like a joke. You had stared at the girls body on the ground long after Orin had disappeared, in shock. The world swirling around you. First Shadowheart arrived, trying to revive the girl but it was too late.

You stumbled away in a haze, towards the edge of camp. You collapsed on your knees, there was sobbing. Wait was that your sobbing? Hot tears covered your face, pain wracked your chest.

Astarion had followed after Shadowheart, realizing the scene. He followed your scent and sobs to find you in the dirt crying so hard it looked like it hurt.