[ Astarion really is out here saying the quiet part out loud, calling him an "indulgence" straight to his face, but what else could they really be? They're on borrowed time, and the clock is rapidly ticking down.

Sure, they all probably care about each other, in a "we need each other and it's better if you have my back" kind of way. But any more than that is asking way too much given the circumstances.

Right? ]

It was clean. Until it started bleeding again.

[ And whose fault is that? ]

In any case, if you're hoping for a little something for your troubles, I'm sure that can be arranged. Just mind the bruises.

[ Of which he has many. Fucking minotaurs. ]