[ Once Damris falls to the floor (with another loud thump; he definitely hit his head this time), Astarion leans against the wall with a dramatic sigh, arms limp. Gods, he's exhausted. First Iorveth—which he didn't mind, because he loves Iorveth, no matter how heavy he is—and then Damris, which he absolutely did mind, because he doesn't give a fuck about Damris. He can feel himself sweating again; at least this time it isn't the sort of cold, frightened sweat he'd woken up with. ]

Where's a Karlach when you need one?

[ Life is so much harder without a barbarian around. He stares down at Damris, heaving another sigh. ]

I want him bound. [ A moment of thought. ] And gagged.

[ One more sigh, as he lets his head loll back against the wall. ]

Not the sort of binding and gagging I had hoped would happen in this room.

[ He has the hardest life of anyone on the planet. ]