[ Gale knows that this is monumental for Astarion, with everything theyโve discussed to this point โ how theyโve held off on any intomacy beyond where they started. A comforting weight in his lap, a clever tongue in his mouth. Still, the reality of Astarion coming apart in his arms has them winding tighter on instinct alone. ]
Itโs alright. [ Lips brushing his temple, encouraged by how Astarion leans into him for comfort, not away. ] Youโre alright.
[ A rushed cantrip wipes his hand clean before he catches Astarionโs quivering jaw in hand. Gale kisses him with surety, as if he can will the superfluous breath back into his lungs. He only tips back enough to murmur, ] You were wonderful.
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Itโs alright. [ Lips brushing his temple, encouraged by how Astarion leans into him for comfort, not away. ] Youโre alright.
[ A rushed cantrip wipes his hand clean before he catches Astarionโs quivering jaw in hand. Gale kisses him with surety, as if he can will the superfluous breath back into his lungs. He only tips back enough to murmur, ] You were wonderful.