[ Astarion follows suit, sighing and slouching in exhaustion. 'A right mess' is correct. He can't help but think that he led them right to Iorveth; if he'd only been more careful, more alert, but he'd been so wrapped up in his own feelings about regressing that he didn't even notice. It isn't like him to let his guard down. It won't happen again.
He glances at Iorveth, frowning. ]
I hurt you.
[ His voice is miserable. There's almost no one in this world who he wouldn't like to hurt, but Iorveth is one of them. ]
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He glances at Iorveth, frowning. ]
I hurt you.
[ His voice is miserable. There's almost no one in this world who he wouldn't like to hurt, but Iorveth is one of them. ]
Are you all right?