[ Gale has had full-body sex on the astral plane, and thus has no room to judge anyone for harmless intimacy on the physical realm. In fact, Iorveth would have preferred not to hear about Gale's past exploits with Mystra, but he didn't raise a stink about it when the conversation came up in camp. Hmph.
Still largely naked save for his underwear, Iorveth pulls the apparently-loathed headscarf out from a drawer of his bedside dresser and tosses it onto Astarion's lap. ]
Do with it as you will.
[ Burn it, bury it, let the dogs have it. The headscarf is, in fact, Iorveth's first attempt at sewing anything, complete with the poorly-made hole on one side for his ear to poke out of; he doesn't have any particular attachment to it besides the fact that it's done a noble job of hiding his scars.
Gale, from the other side of the room, drawing his curtains and readying himself for a nap: "If I'm permitted to share my opinion, I think it's rather nice that we get to see more of you." A stuttering pause, as he clearly considers how that sounds in light of Iorveth's current state of undress. "Your face, I mean. More of your face." ]
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Still largely naked save for his underwear, Iorveth pulls the apparently-loathed headscarf out from a drawer of his bedside dresser and tosses it onto Astarion's lap. ]
Do with it as you will.
[ Burn it, bury it, let the dogs have it. The headscarf is, in fact, Iorveth's first attempt at sewing anything, complete with the poorly-made hole on one side for his ear to poke out of; he doesn't have any particular attachment to it besides the fact that it's done a noble job of hiding his scars.
Gale, from the other side of the room, drawing his curtains and readying himself for a nap: "If I'm permitted to share my opinion, I think it's rather nice that we get to see more of you." A stuttering pause, as he clearly considers how that sounds in light of Iorveth's current state of undress. "Your face, I mean. More of your face." ]