[ Silence settles, measured and ominous. Iorveth turns those words over in his head, and lines them up with Astarion's previously-stated annoyance that Iorveth wouldn't choose him over his tree-hugging elves in the north. It could be that the outing today gave him fresh perspective, that he found it more enjoyable to spend time away from Iorveth rather than spend all of it together, and― ]
―It may be good for you, [ is the finished thought. ] To accomplish something on your own, on your own terms.
[ Iorveth'd been there for Cazador, for the decision not to ascend, for the decision to let the spawn go instead of condemn them to death. Maybe Astarion should have one thing to call his own, untied to Iorveth and his perspectives. Not unreasonable. Incredibly healthy, actually.
Unlacing their fingers, Iorveth leans back towards the armrest. Force of habit: he always wants a good vantage point. ]
The forest is my home. I would go to it, if you would let me. But not at your expense, and certainly not if you think I would be happier without you.
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―It may be good for you, [ is the finished thought. ] To accomplish something on your own, on your own terms.
[ Iorveth'd been there for Cazador, for the decision not to ascend, for the decision to let the spawn go instead of condemn them to death. Maybe Astarion should have one thing to call his own, untied to Iorveth and his perspectives. Not unreasonable. Incredibly healthy, actually.
Unlacing their fingers, Iorveth leans back towards the armrest. Force of habit: he always wants a good vantage point. ]
The forest is my home. I would go to it, if you would let me. But not at your expense, and certainly not if you think I would be happier without you.