[ The description of the woman's friend puts things into a bit more perspective, and helps Iorveth cultivate the patience he needs to not jerk his hands out of the woman's grip and say something dry and scathing about how she should watch her tongue. It's a bit like listening to Sebastian talk about what Astarion took from him: immediate and tragic, but not enough to make Iorveth hate someone he's come to care for.
The leaning in, though, Iorveth can do without. Politely, he dislodges herself from her grip, as graceful as one would expect from someone with his long limbs and tall stature. ]
Unfortunately for me, there's no such thing.
[ There is no "better", he means: Astarion is it. The woman looks surprised by the response and Iorveth's calm delivery of it, and shakes her head. "Well, I hope you don't go missing tomorrow, that's all I can say." ]
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The leaning in, though, Iorveth can do without. Politely, he dislodges herself from her grip, as graceful as one would expect from someone with his long limbs and tall stature. ]
Unfortunately for me, there's no such thing.
[ There is no "better", he means: Astarion is it. The woman looks surprised by the response and Iorveth's calm delivery of it, and shakes her head. "Well, I hope you don't go missing tomorrow, that's all I can say." ]