[ "Is everything all right" is kind of a ridiculous question to ask at this juncture; then again, it's been a ridiculous question to ask ever since they woke up after the Nautiloid crash, so it's a familiar sort of ridiculousness. Pleasant, even. A miracle that anyone is asking, made nicer by the fact that it's Astarion asking it.

He doesn't stop walking, but he shortens his stride. Mostly to let the fingers linger against his back－ he likes the feel of that almost-imperceptible weight. ]

Just thinking, I suppose. [ Never a good thing, when Iorveth is involved. ] ―Do you want to know what Saskia said about me, after Ciaran reported to her about Henselt's death?

[ He hasn't taken it personally, but he also kind of has. His voice is low, slightly brittle. ]

We fought for the same cause, under the same banner. Yet she called me a terrorist that needs to earn respect from others before my crimes could be forgiven.

[ A laugh, as brittle as his tone. ] This is what you'll hear of me, for the rest of this journey. I trust you, of course－ [ Again, Iorveth trusts Astarion implicitly, because it's the least he can do for someone he's come to care for. ] ―but I'll not lie and say that I feel nothing about you hearing these things.