[ The guest bedroom is as cozy as the rest of the place, with velvet curtains pulled over large windows (Iorveth hasn't peered out of them yet for the view) and well-dusted wooden furniture laden with various knickknacks, both tasteful and not. There are books all over the place, even here, piled on chests and floor-to-ceiling shelves, with the occasional artefacts displayed in glass cases in between. Iorveth runs his fingers over one such case, though he suspects the wooden toy ship inside it is less magical and more sentimental. ]
I suspect I am.
[ Good enough to eat, he means. He turns away from the shelf he'd been inspecting and gestures for Astarion to come closer, his expression markedly less burdened by exhaustion than the morning prior. ]
I've done you a disservice, withholding blood for the past tenday or so. [ Maybe longer－ he's lost all sense of time. The grueling journey interrupted by the kidnappings didn't give Iorveth much space or energy to let Astarion feed, and though he realizes that, despite what the other spawn had said about him being a convenient bloodbag for Astarion, he isn't one, still. He prefers seeing Astarion sated and happy, curled up next to him with blood on his lips like a cat with a mouse in its mouth. ]
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I suspect I am.
[ Good enough to eat, he means. He turns away from the shelf he'd been inspecting and gestures for Astarion to come closer, his expression markedly less burdened by exhaustion than the morning prior. ]
I've done you a disservice, withholding blood for the past tenday or so. [ Maybe longer－ he's lost all sense of time. The grueling journey interrupted by the kidnappings didn't give Iorveth much space or energy to let Astarion feed, and though he realizes that, despite what the other spawn had said about him being a convenient bloodbag for Astarion, he isn't one, still. He prefers seeing Astarion sated and happy, curled up next to him with blood on his lips like a cat with a mouse in its mouth. ]