For each other, perhaps? That we have both found something worth our affections.

[ The urge to reach out and hold his hands is as paramount as ever, and she hesitates for a moment before she reaches out, flexing her fingers. If he takes them, she will be happy, and if he does not? She will be fine with it either way. Astarion and her share sentiments on touch and what is involved with it, and flow together like water on a beach.

His question, though...

Her cheeks flush a little as she glances away. ]

I was concerned, when the monsters came, that I was too alike to them, but... I was soothed.

[ Lifting her hand, she draws a necklace from around her neck - a wedding ring, of sorts, it seems. She's not spoken of this to anyone, and Astarion seems someone she can trust. ]

I had a husband to protect me from them, when my magic was taken.