"As long as the feeling is mutual then those who wish to be grazed on are welcome to it," that's not to say Gale isn't grateful for the pivot in the discussion. The strange romanticization of being a walking, talking snack was slightly discomposing and changing the topic meant not thinking too hard about it.

"Things are a bit dire back home and leaving it to the whim of however this world interprets time could have devastating effects. Or it could simply be that should this place return us it will be as though we'd never left...but that's conjecture," the reality being he had no idea how time waxed and waned between here and Faerûn no mater how much guesswork he attempted to dabble in, "I suppose the only mildly positive note here is I don't appear to be at risk of spontaneously combusting...I don't feel any stirrings actually."

Gale absently tapped his chest, curiously, no rumblings, threats, hunger, triggers, nothing. Astarion's question drew him back to the problem at hand quickly enough, even though it was a curiosity for him that the Orb was just...dormant.

"Oh...ah, well as you can probably imagine, nothing so helpful as that and believe me, I've tried. With the access to magic I have not a single portal was forthcoming."