[ Pulling his weight isn't actually a burden for Iorveth, who hates being idle on principle― he's reluctant mostly because his gut instinct at the moment is to prioritize Astarion's loose ends, and his indifference towards the plight of the dead clown.
Still, the errand is easy enough. Better than whatever Wyll's been doing with the hag victims (meaningful, but exhausting). ]
Fine. We'll do it. [ Dismissively, with a wave of his hand. ] If that's all, leave us. All this talk of clowns will spoil his morning appetite.
[ Reaching sideways again, this time to tangle his fingers in Astarion's hair to draw him close again. An implicit coaxing for Astarion to nestle his face against Iorveth's neck, and by proxy, his jugular.
Lae'zel rolls her eyes. "He needs discipline, not indulgence. You're straying from the practical path." ]
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Still, the errand is easy enough. Better than whatever Wyll's been doing with the hag victims (meaningful, but exhausting). ]
Fine. We'll do it. [ Dismissively, with a wave of his hand. ] If that's all, leave us. All this talk of clowns will spoil his morning appetite.
[ Reaching sideways again, this time to tangle his fingers in Astarion's hair to draw him close again. An implicit coaxing for Astarion to nestle his face against Iorveth's neck, and by proxy, his jugular.
Lae'zel rolls her eyes. "He needs discipline, not indulgence. You're straying from the practical path." ]