[It's curious, not a request, but a statement or a demand and it was a bit unexpected, but not entirely out of place considering their nebulous situation. Perhaps they were both on edge and a bit anxious though Gale was doing his best to hide it. Truth be told he didn't want to be much further away from Astarion than he could help, they might have different views on things, but he was as familiar in a sense that he was home.

Or a tie to home, someone that he could relate to and understand in a shared experience beyond this one. Perhaps he meant it when he said he needed the rogue.]

Quite an invitation. [But one he took regardless after tossing some kindling on top of the cheerful little fire. Easing down at Astarion's side, just close enough to brush arms, he mimicked the other man's sitting position, one leg curled up, one stretched towards the fire allowing the heat to travel up his leg.]

I'm not going anywhere. [Of all the things he could say to soothe the rogue, put his mind at ease, this was what came to mind.] So you're stuck with me, not entirely sure that's a positive for you, but good taste is acquired.

[His head is tipped in Astarion's direction still trying to maintain what he could of his positive energy. It was made easier now that his trembling wasn't wracking his entire body.]