[ The cool touch to his forehead rouses Iorveth, pulling him out of his deep void of unconsciousness. Less a trance and more a shutdown, his features slack, making him look younger than he prefers to present himself as.
Groggy, Iorveth lifts his head and nuzzles into the cold palm, grateful for the difference in temperature. ]
Unwell.
[ Bluntly, with his tired tinge of exasperation aimed inwards. Annoyed by his body not cooperating with him when he needs it to the most. ] But I can still walk, and we should be on our way.
[ He can collapse when they have a roof over their heads, not before then. He drags himself upright, slinging his bow across his bare back. ]
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Groggy, Iorveth lifts his head and nuzzles into the cold palm, grateful for the difference in temperature. ]
Unwell.
[ Bluntly, with his tired tinge of exasperation aimed inwards. Annoyed by his body not cooperating with him when he needs it to the most. ] But I can still walk, and we should be on our way.
[ He can collapse when they have a roof over their heads, not before then. He drags himself upright, slinging his bow across his bare back. ]