[ Astarion happily listens to the types of ships. Some of them remind him of the ones in Baldur's Gate, and he'll point them out as they do. But otherwise he's content to simply listen.

Then comes the sunset all beautiful colors, meeting the sea perfectly. A sight he used to have in the harbor in Baldur's Gate, too. ]

Worth more than a copper, are they? Sweet of you.

[ He hums in thought for a moment, his red eyes still looking out at the sunset as if it's the most marvelous thing. ]

It's just...breathtaking. There are so many things we take for granted until we can't have them anymore. Sometimes it is simply important to sit and revel in them.