[ "Bear it". Not exactly the happiest turn of phrase for a future post-parasite, but an understandable one. Astarion may be free of Cazador, but not from whatever limits are imposed on him as an undead being; being unable to endure the sun is the one clear restriction that Iorveth is aware of, and it seems the most dire.
A horrible thing. But Iorveth has contacts in the north, all of them as strange as his current traveling companions: a dragon in the guise of a human woman, a circle of sorceresses that are somewhat close to being a last resort, and a traveling human bard who is actually Iorveth's absolute last resort. He'll have to count on at least one of them knowing how to help a vampire spawn in need.
Until then: ] I'll be in it.
[ Pulled close, Iorveth lists his head sideways against Astarion's hair, breathing against soft curls. ]
I won't ask you what you want from the future. [ That's a big ask. He's doubtful that anyone in their motley crew could answer that question, really. ] I only ask that you speak up if anything becomes too much to bear. Myself included.
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A horrible thing. But Iorveth has contacts in the north, all of them as strange as his current traveling companions: a dragon in the guise of a human woman, a circle of sorceresses that are somewhat close to being a last resort, and a traveling human bard who is actually Iorveth's absolute last resort. He'll have to count on at least one of them knowing how to help a vampire spawn in need.
Until then: ] I'll be in it.
[ Pulled close, Iorveth lists his head sideways against Astarion's hair, breathing against soft curls. ]
I won't ask you what you want from the future. [ That's a big ask. He's doubtful that anyone in their motley crew could answer that question, really. ] I only ask that you speak up if anything becomes too much to bear. Myself included.