[ Dawn is starting to break. A quick press of his mouth to Astarion's brow, and Iorveth gets up to draw the curtains to keep the light out, taking a moment to unmount the squirrel head from the wall and toss it, with a thunk, to the corner of the room. ]
Every scream and whimper. [ Dryly, but with distant humor. Iorveth's lips quirk into a semi-smile as he pulls his boots off and retreats back to the bed, shedding some of his more uncomfortable layers to get ready for a quick trance.
Sliding a knife under their pillow before settling back down: ] I'll fetch you some new clothes, too.
[ His current travel shirt is stained with blood, and his pants leg is covered in dirt from where the humans had shoved and prodded him against the ground. They look like bog-standard travelers in that sense, disheveled and weather-stained, but Iorveth knows that Astarion likes to look tidy. ]
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Every scream and whimper. [ Dryly, but with distant humor. Iorveth's lips quirk into a semi-smile as he pulls his boots off and retreats back to the bed, shedding some of his more uncomfortable layers to get ready for a quick trance.
Sliding a knife under their pillow before settling back down: ] I'll fetch you some new clothes, too.
[ His current travel shirt is stained with blood, and his pants leg is covered in dirt from where the humans had shoved and prodded him against the ground. They look like bog-standard travelers in that sense, disheveled and weather-stained, but Iorveth knows that Astarion likes to look tidy. ]