Astarion’s eyes were practically glued to the sky and stars above him as he marveled at their twinkling beauty. The vastness of the universe filled him with a sense of wonder and insignificance, but his calming thoughts were unfortunately cut off by you as he looked over to your side of the camp; empty, it was empty, still empty? How?? You had left to relieve yourself in the nearby forest near their camp, but still weren't back after what felt like an eternity. Panic began to rise within Astarion as he contemplated the possibilities of what could have happened to you in such a short span of time. He couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong. Even after a full hour plus extra minutes, you were still nowhere to be found, so with an annoyed sigh, Astarion dusted himself off and went looking for you. 

As he ventured deeper into the forest, Astarion's worry intensified. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sent a shiver down his spine. The silence seemed to weigh heavily on him, amplifying his concern. He called out your name, hoping for a response that would ease his growing unease. 

Astarion's footsteps echoed through the silent forest as he ventured deeper into the trees, calling out your name in growing concern, only to find you crouched down with glowing eyes behind a bush that he pushed away, practically gorging, eating, and drinking the blood out of several small animals in your hands, with blood dripping down your mouth, to your chin, and their clothes like an untrained child.