[ An awkward cycle: "why are you trying to get rid of me" and "I don't want to force you to stay if it makes you unhappy". Iorveth frowns again, displeased to think of Astarion tolerating their days together (again: he deserves better), but understanding, mostly, that this is a significant concession on Astarion's part.

So, instead of his intended trajectory out, he moves towards Astarion. A step, two, until he's within arm's length. ]

―Tell me you want me to be by your side, then. That you want me to go with you, wherever you need to be.

[ Solemnly, because this is all Iorveth really needs: his most important person to tell him to stay. Pathetic and humiliating, perhaps, but he doesn't really care.

And, well. Since nothing is above him, and it seems unfair to demand without giving in return: ] ...I beg you, Astarion.