[ A bit of a milestone, watching Astarion eat. Iorveth subtly shifts and nudges Astarion's knee with his own after that first nibble, a gesture of acknowledgement more than anything else.
Meanwhile, Gale is thinking over a mouthful of oatmeal, considering the response he's gotten. "Yes, we did do a good job of saving the wold, didn't we." Proud of that, obviously. "I was rather more― well, afraid wouldn't be the right term. Considering, perhaps. That is..."
A little mealy-mouthed. Iorveth, stacking cheese and cured meat on top of his slice of toast, tips his head as if to say get on with it, which Gale obliges.
"...That is, I had wondered if it might be unpleasant for you, if the cloak had found its way to another vampire. All still hypothetical, of course."
Gale hadn't been around for Cazador or the hundreds of spawn locked under the palace, so Iorveth doesn't begrudge him his lack of reference; he glances towards Astarion, the shrug written on his expression. Iorveth has no hangups about vampire hunting again, if need be. ]
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Meanwhile, Gale is thinking over a mouthful of oatmeal, considering the response he's gotten. "Yes, we did do a good job of saving the wold, didn't we." Proud of that, obviously. "I was rather more― well, afraid wouldn't be the right term. Considering, perhaps. That is..."
A little mealy-mouthed. Iorveth, stacking cheese and cured meat on top of his slice of toast, tips his head as if to say get on with it, which Gale obliges.
"...That is, I had wondered if it might be unpleasant for you, if the cloak had found its way to another vampire. All still hypothetical, of course."
Gale hadn't been around for Cazador or the hundreds of spawn locked under the palace, so Iorveth doesn't begrudge him his lack of reference; he glances towards Astarion, the shrug written on his expression. Iorveth has no hangups about vampire hunting again, if need be. ]