[ This isn't even Astarion's first attempt to get his magic back. The octopus is probably getting tired of him coming back and standing around and loudly complaining and then leaving but he can't help it. Some magic is super useful! But the price feels as high to him as it does to the other white-haired elf standing out here, and for far less of a reward.

Given the general "very concerned vibes" Fenris is giving, it's hard not to notice him. And it isn't long before Astarion's eyes make their way to his neck -- I mean, the markings on his neck.

What was minor interest (or bloodlust) changes quickly. Those are scars. He shouldn't stare so openly at him in the street that's insanely rude but the precision of them...had this elf done that to himself?

Or.... ]

It hardly feels fair to have to let them mark up our bodies for the privilege of being able to use our own abilities.