Isn't it just? [Astarion's tailored clothes have seen wear recently. A few loose ends of gold embroidery are starting to unravel. But he's doing better for himself than most of the other captives--the superstitious bandits took one glance at the grim-looking, spirit-infested book in his pack, and stopped their search. He's kept most of his possessions, and he's feeling quite smug about that.] I'd think it was your sparkling personality.

[He waves off her concern. He does have some rather dire things to worry about--but nothing he's going to admit to.] Right as rain. Though I could use a wash. [He's dusted himself off, but that mostly just rearranged the dirt.] And you, darling?