Ronan, Gale, and Karlach are outside of the goblin encampment, far enough away to keep out of sight but close enough to keep an eye on it. The priestess and the drow are dead. Halsin has been freed and has returned to the grove on the promise the hobgoblin would be gone before he even touched its pillars and yet-

There's a buzzing coming from the goblin camp. The war drums have been sounded. The guards pulled in as shouting and fighting seems to be emanating from within.

Ronan is clearly agitated; not in his stature, standing straight and still as he watches the road, but in his tail flicking in odd bursts. In his tight grip on his war hammer still in hand. In the thin trail of black smoke trailing to the sky from his nostrils.

A few tense minutes pass. The swarm at the goblin camp rages. The smog emanating from Ronan's snout grows thicker. Gale gets smacked on his arm by Karlach for not so lightly suggesting Ronan use one of his calming prayers before he starts storming back into the camp.

Without so much as a noise, Astarion appears, breaking the spell from the invisibility potion by stating that it's seems rather rude that whoever they're waiting for is keeping them so long. Ronan turns to him, tells him he's late as he eyes the whole of him, searching for any obvious injuries. Astarion coolly snaps back that he made the decision to give them a few extra minutes 'considering how long it takes you to get anywhere' and isn't he so generous, blood oozing from a cut in his calf that wasn't there when they parted ways almost half an hour ago.

It does soften Ronan's expression and before Astarion can object, he's getting pulled into a hug, one that quite literally sweeps him off his feet. The dragonborn is never short on physicality, irritatingly so even outside of their...thing, and yet this is new enough and clearly in front of other people that Astarion isn't sure what to do or even say. There's the immediate want to struggle and demand he be put down, but after the narrow escape and as Ronan squeezes him with some muttered praise, it is... nice.

He is very warm.

Ronan sets Astarion down after some awkward patting, clearly happy at a job done successfully as they make their way to the grove. It takes Astarion almost a mile to notice the cut in his leg has been healed, unable to pinpoint exactly when that happened.