[ Astarion has never heard of this goddess Vitruvia. Still, he knows how gods work and this one doesn't seem too different from any of his own world's pantheon: fickle, demanding, and, above all, unreliable. ]

You sacrificed your arm to bring someone back from the dead? [ His tone grows incredulous. ] Have you not heard the news, darling? The city does all that for us. People killed in this place simply wake up back on the train—at least, that's what I'm told.

[ To be fair, he hasn't experienced the process for himself, but it's apparently a well-known phenomenon in this place. There's a part of him that pities his new acquaintance—and, of course, a part of him that finds it all quite amusing. Imagine sacrificing a body part to revive someone in a place where no one can actually die. ]