[ Astarion doesn't notice the hypocrisy. Yeah, Reginald is an annoying yapper! With a sigh, he says, ] Some people just don't know when to stop talking, I'm afraid. [ Not him, though. He's always saying important things that other people should hear.

Gale is obviously dying of humiliation by this point, although in Astarion's opinion, he really should have expected it. Reginald is annoying, and neither Astarion nor Iorveth are the type to keep their derision inside. (Astarion should know, considering he's been the victim of Iorveth's derision many times before.)

"Actually," he says, approaching Reginald. "There is someone else I'd like you to take a look at, if you have a moment to spare. He's been through a rather harrowing few days, so it seems..."

Astarion doesn't really care what Reginald does with Damris, so he tunes Gale out at this point. Instead, he starts working on the arduous process of standing. The soreness, while incredibly mild compared to the crushing pain of having his leg shattered, is somehow worse. Astarion has always been very bad at tolerating minor discomfort. He groans, limping pathetically. ]

I've had enough of all of this, I think. [ Announcing his departure, like anyone cares: ] I'm going to retire to my room.

[ 'His' room. He really does think he owns the place. ]