"I cannot believe I liked that guy!" Astarion muttered to himself, walking through the dark woods while looking for shelter for the night.

After leaving the camp and ending his whole relationship he had with Tav, the vampire thinks he can survive on his own -- do whatever he wants. He has power in his stride, stomping through the dirty mud as if he's safe when this alone in the night while knowing he really shouldn't test his luck with Cazador possibly looking for him.

That's when he hears it. A faint cry for help from a lost soul in these woods.

Rushing towards it, in the slight hopes of finding something other than a wild boar to feast on, he encounters an injured and shivering elven child who's alone and afraid, most likely having been attacked by whatever creatures roam here then luckily running away. The nearest village is quite far, how did this poor child end up here?

Slowly approaching the little elf and attempting to seem friendly, he holds out his hand to help the kid stand, noticing the gory gash on their leg.

"Good gods, child, what happened to you?" He questioned, a gentle smile on his face while looking for any cloth or some sort of bandage he might be carrying on him to cover the wound.