Astarion stares down at the body in front of you, his face screwed up in… fear? No. concern. Concern at what you’ve done to the young tiefling woman in front of you, yes, but mostly concern for you… You’ve never been violent. This isn’t you. He knows this isn’t you.

“Darling… it’s- it’s alright, don’t panic-“

He starts, and tries to approach you, but backs up when you let out an inhuman yell, glaring daggers into him through your suddenly coal black eyes.

“Okay, okay…” He murmurs.