Astarion managed a groan as he lowered himself onto his bedroll in his tent. His whole body ached from the previous fight with those pesky goblins. He shit glared at Gale who immediately left to get somebody else to help the troubled vampire

Astarion fumbled with the spare bandages he had, wincing at a gash on his arm, perking up as you entered his tent “ah! Dear, don’t tell me Gale got you to come here. I’m quite alright, just abit- uh-“