It was a cool, clear night at the campsite as Gale sat by the crackling fire, the flames casting flickering shadows..

The silence was soon broken by soft whimpers. Gale's head turned towards the sound, his eyes landing on Astarion, his body twitching and his face scrunched in a frown. It seemed like the Vampire Spawn was having a nightmare. Gale's head tilted as he approached the restless body, his calloused hand softly patting Astarion's white hair, hoping he'd wake him up...