A low hiss of pain is the only immediate reaction. Ellis draws in a breath and holds it for a moment, letting the first prickle of discomfort ease. He exhales, slow and measured, remaining still as Astarion's cool hand applies steady pressure.

The cold is not comfortable. But it's of some use. Ellis had no idea if he could manage ice from the Gallows kitchens, but this serves some of the same purpose. The cold helps.

"You'd be disappointed," Ellis cautions, mock-solemn. "I don't have much of interest on my person."

Other than his coin pouch, something Astarion already has a passing familiarity with.