[ Combing a bit of dried blood out of Astarion's hair, Iorveth raises a brow at claims of heroism but ultimately decides not to contest it too vehemently; it is, in fact, true enough.
Still, he can't help but comment: ] After getting hit in the head with a blunt object.
[ Trailing his touch down to the bruise on Astarion's face again, emphasizing his point with a feather-light circling of his thumb around the offending mark. ]
A recurring theme. Always injuring yourself in the process of defending my honor.
[ It's sweet, but worrying. Astarion needs to learn to plan better― if all of his ruses simply boil down to getting a sharp object and finding an excuse to use it, he really is going to get in serious trouble one day. Iorveth would know, because that's been his entire life. ]
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Still, he can't help but comment: ] After getting hit in the head with a blunt object.
[ Trailing his touch down to the bruise on Astarion's face again, emphasizing his point with a feather-light circling of his thumb around the offending mark. ]
A recurring theme. Always injuring yourself in the process of defending my honor.
[ It's sweet, but worrying. Astarion needs to learn to plan better― if all of his ruses simply boil down to getting a sharp object and finding an excuse to use it, he really is going to get in serious trouble one day. Iorveth would know, because that's been his entire life. ]