Astarion reached to pick the small statue up- examining it and the material it was made from closely. It looked like it would be worth a decent amount should he sell it- more so considering it was from the stars somewhere. But he quite liked the look of it so perhaps he would keep it. It was quite pretty.

The way the light glinted off of the silver and the crystal eyes especially.

"I suppose this is worth getting poked and prodded a little."

Vampires didn't really get sick, so he didn't really have any frame of reference for what it was like to be medically examined. There had been Malus Thorm, but Astarion didn't think he was the standard for doctors. Certainly not doctors not from Faerûn. And if they did something he didn't like, he had his ways of getting out.

"Where I'm going information won't be worth much... Protection though... Hmm..."

That could be useful until he left to join his siblings and the rest of the spawn.