Reckless? Pots and kettles, Astarion. I'm not the only one who put himself in the way of a bloodthirsty monstrosity today, am I?

[ He's not sure if the way the accusation makes him see red is a result of the way his head is still pounding, lanced through with pain, or if it's something else entirely. The moment is there and gone in a heartbeat, though. He doesn't want to fight with Astarion, even if his actions today were ill-advised at best. They need each other.

Oh, gods. They need each other.

Blue eyes flick up to search Astarion's face. ]

Why did you do that? Push me out of the way?