[ it's okay laudna will explain later and then gale still won't understand. reaching over to cup his cheek in a hand, running a thumb along his cheekbone. ]

It's alright, it doesn't matter now. [ not the winning. whatever the explanation is or was is sort of beyond the point. ] You are free, Astarion. Remember? At least, for a measure of freedom allowed by being trapped with me in a death cult.