[To be fair, it's acting very shadow-like. Making no odd movements, attached to Astarion the way a shadow should. Could it be that's the end of that...?]

I... I think so. I'm still tired, but I don't know what came over me. It was as though I was just resigned to being pulled in by that damnable thing. Like it was-

[Some kind of escape. From everything.]

-promising me a very long, long rest.