[ The day comes and goes without incident. Astarion stays in his hole, only able to appreciate the sunlight from a distance. Once, his hand ventures out into the light for just a moment, but white-hot singeing causes him to yank it back. He broods for a while, and then he does something unthinkable: considers their next steps. Gale is an archwizard, or at least he used to be. What are the chances he's been hiding a sunlight ring this whole time?
Low. Gale isn't cruel. If he had the means to ease a friend's burdens, he would.
The sun sets, and he presses the back of his cold hand against Iorveth's forehead. It feels warm, but he always feels warm in comparison to Astarion, so it's difficult to say whether he's caught an infection or not. Gently, he nudges Iorveth's foot with his own. ]
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Low. Gale isn't cruel. If he had the means to ease a friend's burdens, he would.
The sun sets, and he presses the back of his cold hand against Iorveth's forehead. It feels warm, but he always feels warm in comparison to Astarion, so it's difficult to say whether he's caught an infection or not. Gently, he nudges Iorveth's foot with his own. ]
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