[ They only need to endure this journey to Waterdeep, and then Astarion can soak in a hot bath and buy some new clothes (courtesy of Gale, who will act as their inn and wallet for the foreseeable temporary future). This goal is the only thing keeping Iorveth doggedly moving, bullheaded as usual when it comes to something that needs accomplishing.
He spares another breath to laugh again, though. ]
I'm hardly "little".
[ And he definitely doesn't curl by Astarion's feet. Very cute and very delusional of Astarion to think that he's not the small spoon between the two of them. Iorveth says as much. ]
And, the way I see it― [ Reaching back to take Astarion's forearm, he guides the both of them away from a boggy pit. ] ―I'm the one holding an oversized cat to my chest every night.
[ He considers himself very lucky. He'll be even luckier if they can survive the night and wind up in a bed where they can actually huddle without feeling absolutely disgusting; the thought spurs him to press on, weaving and occasionally stopping whenever he thinks he hears something larger than a bird or squirrel in their vicinity, mindful of humans who may or may not still be pursuing them. He's sure that they have their hands full trying to regroup after having half of their village burned down, but he can never be too certain.
On they go. Along the way, Iorveth uses Animal Friendship to coax a sparrow onto his shoulder, but finds that he really has no more energy left to cast Speak to Animals. He winds up not being able to send Gale the message of their arrival, and is left to contend with a very affectionate bird that keeps nipping at his ear for attention. Life is hell. ]
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He spares another breath to laugh again, though. ]
I'm hardly "little".
[ And he definitely doesn't curl by Astarion's feet. Very cute and very delusional of Astarion to think that he's not the small spoon between the two of them. Iorveth says as much. ]
And, the way I see it― [ Reaching back to take Astarion's forearm, he guides the both of them away from a boggy pit. ] ―I'm the one holding an oversized cat to my chest every night.
[ He considers himself very lucky. He'll be even luckier if they can survive the night and wind up in a bed where they can actually huddle without feeling absolutely disgusting; the thought spurs him to press on, weaving and occasionally stopping whenever he thinks he hears something larger than a bird or squirrel in their vicinity, mindful of humans who may or may not still be pursuing them. He's sure that they have their hands full trying to regroup after having half of their village burned down, but he can never be too certain.
On they go. Along the way, Iorveth uses Animal Friendship to coax a sparrow onto his shoulder, but finds that he really has no more energy left to cast Speak to Animals. He winds up not being able to send Gale the message of their arrival, and is left to contend with a very affectionate bird that keeps nipping at his ear for attention. Life is hell. ]