[ Oh, to be Karlach with enough strength to pick people up and put them down without a second thought. Iorveth doesn't huff and puff his way to the stairs, but looks mildly vexed by the fact that he cannot, in fact, scale the stairs with a grown-ass adult man in tow. Tragic.
A grunt of dissatisfaction, as he sets Astarion down. ]
I've fallen behind in my training.
[ All this lounging around in bed with Astarion and eating Gale's food... not very guerilla warrior of him. A problem for future Iorveth, though, as current Iorveth is too busy leading Astarion upstairs and into bed, where he moves to undo the various buttons and clasps on his (Gale's) fancy midnight-blue doublet.
Undressing, just for the sake of comfort. Changing out of something into something more comfortable, instead of being made to strip. Iorveth wants the world for Astarion, including all of these small creature comforts. ]
no subject
A grunt of dissatisfaction, as he sets Astarion down. ]
I've fallen behind in my training.
[ All this lounging around in bed with Astarion and eating Gale's food... not very guerilla warrior of him. A problem for future Iorveth, though, as current Iorveth is too busy leading Astarion upstairs and into bed, where he moves to undo the various buttons and clasps on his (Gale's) fancy midnight-blue doublet.
Undressing, just for the sake of comfort. Changing out of something into something more comfortable, instead of being made to strip. Iorveth wants the world for Astarion, including all of these small creature comforts. ]