That's it? Just me "frozen there?" [ The words are sharp and yet, there's a slight easing of tension in Astarion's shoulders, even as he frowns. He may not fully understand what kind of creature the boy is describing, but one thing is clear; it isn't Cazador. ]

Well, while I appreciate the concern, as you can see, I'm very much awake and mobile. [ He motions to himself in a gesture far more flippant than he feels. Privately, he can't help but be a little disconcerted and not just because of what he himself had seen. It's that someone else had seen him in that moment—and that he'd evidently looked so distressed that the immediate assumption had been that he was in some kind of mortal peril. It leaves him feeling horribly exposed for a moment. ]

It was nothing, [ Astarion says brusquely. ] Just another of the city's little tricks. Anyway, even if I were facing some terrible, petrifying monster, I hardly see how knowing my favorite song would help. [ And then, acerbically. ] Or were you just trying to comfort me in my last moments?