[ Well, now Dolores is also going to be thinking about Astarion naked and glistening. Good for her. She'll likely still be thinking about it later, when she brings Astarion a new outfit (elf-sized, hopefully) to wear; Iorveth imagines it, the poor old thing blushing and stuttering as she tries to give him clean smallclothes to put on. ]
Naked and glistening and pliant, [ Iorveth shoots back, as he waves Astarion out of the room. Dolores turns an interesting shade of red as she sets down her tray and trots out to help Astarion find the bathtub, which leaves Iorveth with his food and two more cats to keep him company: a tabby in a yellow sweater and an excessively fluffy white thing with a squished-in face.
He eats, careful not to spill crumbs on his new companions. After demolishing his plate, he checks on the state of his wound, which seems to be mending nicely under the hardened poultice. He fashions himself a sling with the remnants of his old shirt, and assesses how furious Lae'zel will be by the fact that not only did her two disaster elves not gather any new intel regarding the disappearances in the area, they got themselves into even more trouble with the law.
Best to mitigate the damage somehow. He considers going back to the wreckage of the drow woman's home to see if there's anything interesting among the rubble; his pride doesn't love the thought of returning to base empty-handed. ]
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Naked and glistening and pliant, [ Iorveth shoots back, as he waves Astarion out of the room. Dolores turns an interesting shade of red as she sets down her tray and trots out to help Astarion find the bathtub, which leaves Iorveth with his food and two more cats to keep him company: a tabby in a yellow sweater and an excessively fluffy white thing with a squished-in face.
He eats, careful not to spill crumbs on his new companions. After demolishing his plate, he checks on the state of his wound, which seems to be mending nicely under the hardened poultice. He fashions himself a sling with the remnants of his old shirt, and assesses how furious Lae'zel will be by the fact that not only did her two disaster elves not gather any new intel regarding the disappearances in the area, they got themselves into even more trouble with the law.
Best to mitigate the damage somehow. He considers going back to the wreckage of the drow woman's home to see if there's anything interesting among the rubble; his pride doesn't love the thought of returning to base empty-handed. ]