[ Astarion's frown grows fainter as he's charmed by how much thought Iorveth has put into his vampiric predicament. It doesn't entirely fade away, though, because the niggling little voice in the back of his head—that grows quieter with every passing day, but never seems to fully disappear—wonders if Iorveth has thought about it so deeply because he doesn't want to deal with the challenge of having a partner who can't even step outside on a sunny day.
No, he tells himself. Iorveth, of all people, doesn't fear a challenge. If he did, he'd never have gotten involved with Astarion in the first place. He does tend to be... challenging. ]
Jaheira?
[ The most promising place to start. Begging Iorveth's old (if one-sided) flame for help doesn't sit well with him, and he's not certain he'd enjoy being experimented on by sorceresses.
But— ] I would have hoped she would have told me if she possessed the cure for my affliction.
no subject
No, he tells himself. Iorveth, of all people, doesn't fear a challenge. If he did, he'd never have gotten involved with Astarion in the first place. He does tend to be... challenging. ]
Jaheira?
[ The most promising place to start. Begging Iorveth's old (if one-sided) flame for help doesn't sit well with him, and he's not certain he'd enjoy being experimented on by sorceresses.
But— ] I would have hoped she would have told me if she possessed the cure for my affliction.