[ Inwardly, Astarion cringes that this strange dryad knows anything about their shared peace. It is, however, a terribly sweet sentiment from Iorveth. If he weren't saying it in public, Astarion would have kissed him all over as a reward.
'Elven freedom', Astarion would have said for Iorveth. But he's already achieved that, so what's left? ]
Silk and velvet, actually.
[ Though the intent is to round off the edges of Iorveth's unwavering honesty, it isn't entirely a falsehood. After centuries of going without, having nice things is more than just shallow materialism. I matter, it says to the world. I deserve this.
Once again, Iorveth is embarrassingly truthful, although the answer isn't quite as mortifying as it could have been. The value of strength is in the safety it provides. A flash of Astarion imploring him to stay in Baldur's Gate with him after ascension flits across his mind; they'd be safe, he'd said, and no one would ever hurt them again. Now that's mortifying. ]
—But I suppose strength is up there. Somewhere.
[ Light seeming to beam out of her through her luminescent eyes, the dryad smiles. "The greatest strength comes from our sweetest bonds," she says, and Astarion suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. ]
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'Elven freedom', Astarion would have said for Iorveth. But he's already achieved that, so what's left? ]
Silk and velvet, actually.
[ Though the intent is to round off the edges of Iorveth's unwavering honesty, it isn't entirely a falsehood. After centuries of going without, having nice things is more than just shallow materialism. I matter, it says to the world. I deserve this.
Once again, Iorveth is embarrassingly truthful, although the answer isn't quite as mortifying as it could have been. The value of strength is in the safety it provides. A flash of Astarion imploring him to stay in Baldur's Gate with him after ascension flits across his mind; they'd be safe, he'd said, and no one would ever hurt them again. Now that's mortifying. ]
—But I suppose strength is up there. Somewhere.
[ Light seeming to beam out of her through her luminescent eyes, the dryad smiles. "The greatest strength comes from our sweetest bonds," she says, and Astarion suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. ]