[ Tugged back, Iorveth finally loses his composure more fully: brows pinched, eye narrowed, his voice a hiss through clenched teeth. ]
They can try, [ He snaps. Perhaps unfairly, given Astarion is just trying to help. But he's on-edge in a way that nothing related to the Illithid threat or even the Bhaalist assassins did; those threats were more global, less personal than the familiarly-armored men wrenching a knife into old, well-formed wounds.
He remains tense under Astarion's grip, though he doesn't try to break it. ]
If you haven't noticed, [ a pause to sigh, aggravated. ] I would prefer having the parasite back in my brain to seeing you bound again.
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They can try, [ He snaps. Perhaps unfairly, given Astarion is just trying to help. But he's on-edge in a way that nothing related to the Illithid threat or even the Bhaalist assassins did; those threats were more global, less personal than the familiarly-armored men wrenching a knife into old, well-formed wounds.
He remains tense under Astarion's grip, though he doesn't try to break it. ]
If you haven't noticed, [ a pause to sigh, aggravated. ] I would prefer having the parasite back in my brain to seeing you bound again.