"Oh, why not, I'm feeling generous."

"Thank you very much. I'll hopefully not be back."

He goes up to the pregnant girl. "Are you all right?"

"As good as I can be." So: not great.

"Can I help?"

"If you're asking her for help yourself, the answer is no," she says. 

"If you're talking, you're not eating!" Auntie Ethel sing-songs. "Remember, you're eating for two."

"...Fair enough."

He heads back outside.

"I cannot believe you just offered to give away your own eyes."

The outside is still a picturesque wetlands, with equally picturesque sheep. 

"Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that. --If it does, one of you has to come with me and kill me as soon as she does it."

"--I think we should come up with a plan that's better than you dying? Seeing as that's the alternative we're facing anyway."

"Me dying and saving Astarion and Lae'zel is better than me dying and no one else getting saved at all."

HEAD. IN HANDS. WHY IS HE LIKE THIS.

"You won't need to, if we find a githyanki creche--"

"Backup plans are useful. --I realize it seems like I'm proposing making a deal with a being that's at best an archmage and at worst some incomprehensible Dark Tapestry horror beyond Pharasma's Creation, with no way out except hoping that Gale can explode me or Wyll can stab me before she uses me to advance whatever evil scheme she has planned, in order to save the two people I've fucked. But in reality the fact that it's the two people I fucked is a coincidence."

"This is an awful back up plan."

"I don't want you to go to the Abyss."

Fuck, he's mortal now, isn't he? The tadpole giveth and the tadpole taketh away. "I mean,  neither do I, but that doesn't mean you should offer your eyes to every witch in the woods!"

"The creche should take at least Lae'zel if we can find one, but I'm not so sure about the rest of us."

"I will vouch for you," Lae'zel says, as if that solves that conundrum.

"I don't know anything about githyanki creches, how would they help?"

"All creches contain a zath'isk device to remove parasites."

"That does seem like a better option than selling my eyes, yes."

"And there's still a chance Halsin could help."

Just at the edge of the wetland, there's two human men having an argument. They don't look like proper adventurers, but they look like people who would like to be. 

Further in, there's a brilliantly moustachioed man searching for something, who is definitely a proper adventurer.

"Do you guys need help?"