Entirely possible. [ Depending on how chatty the woman at the tavern-inn is, and whether the two wizards sitting at the table near them were paying any attention to their conversation. Eye still closed, Iorveth sinks into the cushion of his chair, voice starting to slur somewhat from exhaustion. ]
If you find that you're being scrutinized, speak up. If it gets to be too much for you, I'll leave.
[ Implied: "I don't want to get you into too much trouble". With that promise out of the way, he sighs and lists a little to the side. ]
...Find yourself a bed, [ is a low murmur, aimed towards Astarion. ] Fresh clothes, too. [ He's far too tired to move, himself― the chair is fine for now. ] And potions for your bruises...
[ His voice trails off, cut short by his body's need to shut down for a while. A little comical, that he conks out mid-fussing: Tara glances at him with a mild "oh dear," perhaps a little weirded out by the whole affair. ]
no subject
If you find that you're being scrutinized, speak up. If it gets to be too much for you, I'll leave.
[ Implied: "I don't want to get you into too much trouble". With that promise out of the way, he sighs and lists a little to the side. ]
...Find yourself a bed, [ is a low murmur, aimed towards Astarion. ] Fresh clothes, too. [ He's far too tired to move, himself― the chair is fine for now. ] And potions for your bruises...
[ His voice trails off, cut short by his body's need to shut down for a while. A little comical, that he conks out mid-fussing: Tara glances at him with a mild "oh dear," perhaps a little weirded out by the whole affair. ]