[ A blink, and a laugh－ it's not the reaction Iorveth was expecting, but it's the sort of reaction that smooths over some of the more painful edges of his current displacement. Iorveth will always be loyal to his people, will always do whatever it takes, however it takes, to stem the metaphorical bleeding of the collective, but there's something about a person completely divorced from the situation vouching for him, personally.

It's sweet. Novel. Every time Iorveth thinks he can't possibly love Astarion more, he up and does something like this. ]

I've not been doing everything I've been doing to be appreciated. I've done what I must, and I am who I am. There will be those that see me and understand, and those that will no longer wish to.

[ He's accepted it; he wouldn't be doing this if he hadn't. ]

My people deserve their peace of mind, after all this grief. And besides－

[ A little huff, warm. ] －I have you. My peace of mind is with you.