Astarion. The name was so familiar on the tongue yet so hard to place, like a name you knew in a life long gone.

Instincts took over you unknowingly around him, parental instincts, the urge to take care of him and make sure he was okay.

And he was starting to notice this behaviour as well.

"Why do you keep doing that?" He spoke, the rest of the camp asleep as he confronted you. "Treating me like some- some youngling? I'm not a child or incapable you know!"