[ Astarion glances at the sliver of light still poking through the tent flap. ]
If you haven't noticed, I can't exactly leave.
[ But that's not what Iorveth means, or at least he doesn't think it is. He's said it before, that word—'stay'—and Astarion gets the impression that it's loaded, that it means something to Iorveth, even if it's difficult for Astarion to understand. Because of course he has no intention of doing anything but staying for as long as Iorveth allows him to, so much so that the idea of being asked to stay is laughably redundant.
He pets Iorveth's hair, uncertain how to comfort someone who seems to be experiencing an awful range of emotions. Hells, he can't even comfort himself. He's a terrible choice for consolation.
An attempt at lightening the mood: ] This isn't what I was hoping you would beg me for.
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If you haven't noticed, I can't exactly leave.
[ But that's not what Iorveth means, or at least he doesn't think it is. He's said it before, that word—'stay'—and Astarion gets the impression that it's loaded, that it means something to Iorveth, even if it's difficult for Astarion to understand. Because of course he has no intention of doing anything but staying for as long as Iorveth allows him to, so much so that the idea of being asked to stay is laughably redundant.
He pets Iorveth's hair, uncertain how to comfort someone who seems to be experiencing an awful range of emotions. Hells, he can't even comfort himself. He's a terrible choice for consolation.
An attempt at lightening the mood: ] This isn't what I was hoping you would beg me for.