[ Astarion frowns. He's no healer, but he does know that if Iorveth is feeling unwell, pushing himself might make it worse. Perhaps they'll make it to Waterdeep, but then Iorveth will fall down in the middle of the street. Or perhaps they won't make it to Waterdeep at all, because Astarion can't imagine abandoning him if he's too ill to travel.

But he also knows Iorveth, and he knows that nothing he can say will stop Iorveth from pushing himself when he shouldn't, so he crawls out from under the stone bridge into the chilly night. ]

If you say so, [ sounds distinctly disbelieving. ]

If you collapse, I'm not carrying you on my back. [ Not because he doesn't love Iorveth, but because, well, he's very weak. ] One does wish they had a Karlach at a time like this. Hells, I'd even settle for a Halsin.