Astarion's brows lift as if surprised by the thanks. "Well of course, darling. You would have done the same for us. Now. If you insist on being sentimental, you'll need more of this."

And he presents her with a bottle procured from his stash, a smile dawning on his lips. There does seem to be an inordinate amount of wine lying about the place, wherever they go. Thankfully a few of these places have good wine hidden away.

She looks as if she could use it, to put it lightly.

"Just don't tell the wizard. If he catches on I've spoiled your appetite for dinner, he'll...oh I don't know. Be annoying at me. You know how wizards can be."