[ It's ridiculous that he still feels so fuzzy and cotton-packed after a near-miss encounter with a member of the Flaming Fist, but he does: as proof, he turns his hand over once it's touched, winding fingers with Astarion's for a brief moment. ]
I'm still warm. [ Roughly a bottle of wine left to metabolize. The adrenaline's fixed most of the unsteadiness, and Delia's fury has left him with a relatively good mood after that encounter. He's fine. ] ―Turn this way.
[ Maneuvering a bit to make Astarion face him, so Iorveth can fix his hair and smooth the slight rumple of his shirt after Henrik'd grabbed his arm. Fussing in the way a wild fox might groom its companion after a tussle; once he's done, he hums. ]
...You're alright? [ Yes, he knows Astarion can handle himself. No, he doesn't want to hover. Still, he wants to check in. ]
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I'm still warm. [ Roughly a bottle of wine left to metabolize. The adrenaline's fixed most of the unsteadiness, and Delia's fury has left him with a relatively good mood after that encounter. He's fine. ] ―Turn this way.
[ Maneuvering a bit to make Astarion face him, so Iorveth can fix his hair and smooth the slight rumple of his shirt after Henrik'd grabbed his arm. Fussing in the way a wild fox might groom its companion after a tussle; once he's done, he hums. ]
...You're alright? [ Yes, he knows Astarion can handle himself. No, he doesn't want to hover. Still, he wants to check in. ]