[Well, still Shadowheart then, if that's a bit of a weak spot in her metaphoric armor. Interesting. But yes, there is a sinking feeling in his stomach as the fact that the cleric is indeed serious about being trapped here.

It's when she mentions that the tadpole that Astarion's entire demeanor shifts. Eyes widen and even if it ought not be possible, he turns even more pale.]

...no. No it must still be doing something I am still...

[He is still his own person, and if anyone threatens that he will rip them and everything they have ever loved to shreds with his bare hands.

He forces himself to take a breath that he does not technically physically need and straightens up.]

So if you've been here for years already, surely you have set up something of a life, yes? Perhaps a place you might invite a dear companion back to while we sort this out?

[Just going to. Invite himself over.]