[ Unfairly indeed. Astarion scowls, hypocritically irritated by the attitude. Would Iorveth prefer he simply hang back, say 'you're on your own, good luck'? Even if he did think it were the wiser choice, he simply can't. It's unreasonable of Iorveth to make him care and then essentially tell him not to. He'd be so powerless huddled up in this alcove, hiding like a rat. ]

Meanwhile, I'm practically chomping at the bit to be tied up again by some troglodytes. It was oodles of fun.

[ His voice is thick with sarcasm and a little annoyance, but he softens after a moment, fingers pressing insistently into Iorveth's arm. ]

I want to— protect you.