Literally no one cares.

Ahem, anyway, as the narrator was saying before being rudely interrupted, after diverting a dead body of its clothes for Astarion's benefit the small party continues to try to find their way to the crashed airship—

While diverting the dead of their other belongings! Now that Astarion has pockets he can carry things, like money. None of these people have a better knife than the githyanki blade his new friend gave him, though, so he supposes it'll have to do.

...is he done with the interruptions?

Yes, they may continue.

Well now the narrator lost track of the plot. One moment, let's see, Astarion survives the crash and the sun, finds Shadowheart, wakes her, they decide to look for La- for the githyanki together, ah yes and they're now on their way to the crashed nautiloid.

The small party makes their way towards the crashed nautiloid and when they're close enough to it they can see some rather unsavoury survivors: brains. Brains with legs, four little white clawed things that allow them to walk around, and four thin little tentacles sprouting from their sides and swaying in the wind like antennae.

"Don't suppose they're friendly?" asks the vampire in an undertone from where he and Shadowheart are looking at the disgusting little creatures from around a corner.

"...no."

"It was a humorous obviously-incorrect remark, to lighten the mood. You need to relax."

"I'll relax when I'm dead. Let's kill them."

"—really? I was thinking we could instead just, you know, walk around them, avoid a fight altogether..."

"You can do that if you want. I am going to kill them."

"Well, far be it from me to stop you."

And with that he—hides. Which is to say he makes himself unobtrusive, out of the way. If someone is looking directly at him or for him they will have no trouble with it but he becomes... easy to overlook.

...useful talent. But not hers.

She charges.

The walking brain creatures are, in fact, hostile. Though not extremely difficult to kill, even if those claws are awfully sharp.

And despite his words Astarion does show up, more or less out of nowhere, to stab one or two of these things. "Maybe that's what will happen to our brains next."

"...it would be imprudent to discount the possibility. Let us hope it does not come to that, but if it does... may Shar help us."

"...Shar, really? I suppose 'Shadowheart' makes some sense."

"This name was given to me by my Lady's worshippers, yes. I am her humble servant."

"To each their own insanity, I suppose," he says with a shrug.

Well, time to explore this place some more.

The ship has effectively fused with the ground at places, such that it's hard to tell where ship ends and packed earth begins, and the ruins are more like the putrid insides of a living creature than like wreckage of flying machinery. And they can find some more dead bodies, of mortals and other brain thingies and a few mind flayers and...

...that mind flayer there is still alive. Half-buried under rubble, though, in a pool of its own blood, looking like it's going to die very soon.

Oh, it's going to die very soon, that much is certain. By his hand. Vile creature.

"Be careful."

"What can it do? Glare at me?" he scoffs, walking over to it.

No. What it can do is make Astarion feel... feel...

...compassion.