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Captured by the Gur, Astarion finds himself bound in ropes and iron—interrogated, starved, and stripped bare. His only reprieve comes from you, a girl raised by the tribe but never quite at home in it. Kindness can seep deeper than cruelty, but freedom always comes with a price—sometimes, it’s the heart that bleeds first.
“…Thank you.” he whispers after taking a sip. The words barely stir the air.
You settle beside the cage, arms wrapped around your knees, firelight dancing on the ground between you.
For a while, neither of you speaks. Then, softly, you ask:
“How are you?”
He lets out a breath of a laugh. Hollow. Dry. Splintered.
“As well as one can be, passed like cargo from one captor to the next.”
You glance at his trembling hands as he lifts the cup.
“…The voice…” you murmur. “Is it still there?”
He nods once.
“Stronger now. The closer we draw to the city, the louder he gets. And I’m… tired. Starving. He claws at the back of my mind like a wild thing trying to crawl through. I can barely hold him back.”
You rise, determined.
“I’ll be back.”