[ It's hideous! (At least, he imagines it is. He wouldn't know.) He claps a hand over the purple-red mark, wincing a little at the touch on his still tender face. Astarion must look awful, with charred hair and a bruise marring his perfect—if a bit sallow—skin. Iorveth had told him his looks were the least interesting thing about him, but he still hates the idea of him seeing Astarion in such a state. ]
Of course that awful man had to struggle.
[ His tone is condemning, as if he genuinely blames Henrik for trying to stay alive. Honestly, he should have just lied down and died! ]
—Ah. There is a small, slight, teeny-tiny possibility that he yet lives.
[ Which would be bad. He'd rather not consider it, but Iorveth would probably scold him if he kept it to himself. ]
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[ It's hideous! (At least, he imagines it is. He wouldn't know.) He claps a hand over the purple-red mark, wincing a little at the touch on his still tender face. Astarion must look awful, with charred hair and a bruise marring his perfect—if a bit sallow—skin. Iorveth had told him his looks were the least interesting thing about him, but he still hates the idea of him seeing Astarion in such a state. ]
Of course that awful man had to struggle.
[ His tone is condemning, as if he genuinely blames Henrik for trying to stay alive. Honestly, he should have just lied down and died! ]
—Ah. There is a small, slight, teeny-tiny possibility that he yet lives.
[ Which would be bad. He'd rather not consider it, but Iorveth would probably scold him if he kept it to himself. ]
Entirely improbable, really.