[ Shelter. Of course― another vampire limitation. It doesn't bother or frustrate Iorveth that he has to consider these things, but it does put them in a race against time, and he glances at the dark forest across from them, the ink-black water stretching like a taunt between them and their potential escape route. ]

...We can follow the river north into the forest for now, until we find someplace suitable. [ Iorveth has thought to dip back into the inn room for most of their things, having anticipated that he wouldn't return, but he'd left the tents behind― they were too cumbersome to lug around during an assassination attempt. Unfortunate. ] It'll take us away from Waterdeep, but we can find a way to circle back after the chaos dies down.

[ By then, maybe Iorveth will find a solution to the river problem. (Maybe not.) Either way, his only priority right now is getting Astarion somewhere safe, and so he turns his hand over to hold the fingers at his sleeve, giving them a light squeeze again. ]