[ That about confirms where the cub came from. Halsin never thought to ask how they happen to have an owlbear in their camp, but oftentimes the question answers itself. ] A mother owlbear's fury knows no equal...except for Karlach. [ He adds with a soft smile although Astarion can't see it.

He's being mindful of where to put pressure as he keeps his fingers just above where he recalls the scars start. He wants to pull the other close to his chest, to envelope him in a warmth that no fire can provide... but he tames that restlessness within himself, not wanting to overstep when he's already been offered so much trust to do what he's doing that.

He hopes Astarion doesn't take offense when the massage migrates from his shoulders to down along his arms. Halsin's large hands stops at the forearms with a firm, grounding pressure along with a gentle touch meant to provide comfort. ]

If I am overstepping, tell me. [ This time, he says this to his other ear. ] I will cease immediately.