Oh! Weird kind of fairy. That makes sense. 

The bit about Shar is worrying but with the way she was throwing around heals Shadowheart is probably morally Neutral? An Evil caster wouldn't be so casual with them. 

Cayden will talk about magic until they start setting up camp, and then go find Astarion. 

Gale has so much to say about magic. And also youthful indiscretions involving magic, like that one time he went to limbo accidentally...

They camp on the shores of the river.

Gale has put himself in charge of the cooking.

Lae'zel has put herself in charge of guarding the camp. (Read: mostly acting really suspicious about Shadowheart, who seems to be praying as the sun sets.)

Astarion has put himself in charge of Doing Nothing At All. 

Can he put himself in charge of gathering firewood if Cayden is over here making a point of how he's Going Over Here To Gather Some Firewood?

They have known each other for all of six hours. Some of that was spent by Astarion trying and failing to open his neck up. 

And now Cayden is blatantly flirting.

It's so convenient. 

"Oh, if you must insist." 

"I can't carry all this by myself in my newly weakened state."

"Obviously, you need a big strong city boy to help." Astarion is not strong looking at all. He has this half starved look of a dancer who doesn't eat so they can do flips better. 

"If you find one of them, let me know."

"We'll just lounge around while we get him to do all the actual work." 

"Once I was the big strong city boy who helped out the pretty dancers, but no longer... All my strength has abandoned me..."

"We're just going to have to make sure you get your strength back."

"Do you have some proposals about how to do that?"

Astarion is now very much in his personal space. "I'm assuming you took me out to gather firewood because you had an idea yourself." Even if he hadn't, it's so much easier when you make them think it's their idea. 

If Astarion wanted Cayden to think it was his own idea Astarion should have been less obvious. 

"Well, I do think a cold bedroll probably wouldn't be very helpful for my sleep..."

Does Cayden need any personal space? Astarion doesn't think so. "And heaven forfend our fighter is anything less than well rested." 

"Buy a girl a drink first."

"I'll just have to pine while I'm waiting for us to get back to civilisation." C'MON. If he's serious-- This plan was working so well! And okay, he can wait a few days, there's no reason to panic yet. But still. 

"If you don't have a drink then I can provide and you'll just have to tell me a story." 

"I'd love to say I am the sort of person to keep wine on my person at all times,  but unfortunately." He looks up at Cayden from under his eyelashes. (He's tall for an elf, that doesn't mean much when he's standing next to a human.) "What do you want to know?"

"Well, how did a beautiful boy like you wind up in a smouldering wreck like this?"

Oh! A nice easy question! He doesn't have to make up a sympathetic sounding past. He laughs.  "I'd love to know myself! I was asleep when they took me."

"Between jobs or found a place where the cops couldn't catch you?"

"Oh, the Fists were never looking in that hole."

"--you can't set me up like that."

He laughs. "Oh Gods, I did, didn't I?"

"Trade you a kiss for the story of the best time you showed the Fists up?"