[ Her husband is an old coot, but Astarion bites his tongue for once, nodding empathetically instead. He crawls over to perch beside Iorveth on the side of the bed, placing a (red-streaked) palm to his chest chest and leaning against him with performative affection. ]

I'm afraid it's true. I happened upon him in chains and couldn't help falling madly in love with that face.

[ If Iorveth won't paint a romantic picture of their whirlwind romance, Astarion will. ]

I fought valiantly to free my darling from captivity, but those awful humans who'd kept him prisoner pursue us relentlessly.

[ Dolores is too easily swayed by this tale. She really is a sweet woman, gasping softly as she places a hand to her heart. "I had no idea," she says, eyes large. "I shouldn't have made assumptions."

A sigh, followed by a pointed, ] No, you really shouldn't have. But I'm sure there's some way you could make it up to us. On the run, we live hand-to-mouth, you see...