Inside the House of Healing in Act 2.
A tiefling stands by the bedside of Arabella's dead parents, looking at them with a sorrowful expression.
In the background, the rest of the team has already moved on from the sight. Durge and Gale inspect the room together, and Astarion pilfers a chest.
"The important moral of my little story is that you live through this unique moment of absolute despair only once. It won't be the last time you feel desperate and hopeless, and maybe you wish you could just run away and die in the sun to make it all stop. But nothing is like that first time, when you learn that it is possible to feel this lost, that there can be so much crushing dread. It feels like the end of it all, and it destroys something in you that can be destroyed only once. I was there. And now, I'm here!"
"That you are."
The small graveyard next to the Last Light Inn.
Two fresh graves have joined the soil. They're piles of rubble, each with a roughly cut piece of wood as a gravemarker.
A lantern stands between the markers, illuminating the spot. Between the two graves sits a teddy bear holding a bouquet of wilted flowers.
Across the yard, Dylan sits on a ledge, elbows on his knees, head on his hands. He stares at the two graves. His hair is undone and falls over his back and shoulders and into his face.
Behind him stands Astarion, in his camp pants and wearing Dylan's camp shirt. He has his arms crossed and looks at Dylan with a light frown. He also carries Dylan's violin that he had 'stolen' from Dylan's deserted tent.
The scenery is dark and rather bleak, with the lantern and a torch being the only small sources of warm light. The background shows the dome that protects the Last Light Inn.
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cw: canonical character death
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The deaths of Arabella's parents out of their control finally shatter D'ylΓ’n's seemingly unbreakable optimism.
Since sad bards are depressing, Astarion talks him through his feelings.
