[ The woman stiffens at Iorveth's touch, prepared for him to tell her off; she's pleasantly surprised when he offers to help, relaxing bit by bit. "Really?" she asks, before grabbing both of Iorveth's hands in hers. "Thank you. There are still good people in the world."
Astarion doesn't miss the side-eye she gives him when she makes that comment, but he doesn't argue. His years of dealing with Cazador have taught him when it's more advantageous just to stay silent. Her attention turns back to Iorveth after that, and she says, "Her name is Naspira. She's a tiefling, yea high, black hair—"
She goes on like that for a bit, giving the minute details of Naspira's appearance and behavior. Finally, she adds, "She also has terrible taste in men." Another side-eye. Astarion scoffs.
"Thank you," she repeats, before leaning in. "Really, you deserve so much better." ]
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Astarion doesn't miss the side-eye she gives him when she makes that comment, but he doesn't argue. His years of dealing with Cazador have taught him when it's more advantageous just to stay silent. Her attention turns back to Iorveth after that, and she says, "Her name is Naspira. She's a tiefling, yea high, black hair—"
She goes on like that for a bit, giving the minute details of Naspira's appearance and behavior. Finally, she adds, "She also has terrible taste in men." Another side-eye. Astarion scoffs.
"Thank you," she repeats, before leaning in. "Really, you deserve so much better." ]