[ Astarion watches as Iorveth gets up to leave, eyes on his lovely muscles moving in his lovely back that's covered by all those lovely scratches. Positively lovely, in every possible way. He would almost think that Iorveth was the gods' gift to him after centuries of suffering, but he knows better than to think that they care. No — Iorveth was a happy accident. He shudders to think of what his life might be like if not for the perfect alignment of their respective circumstances. ]
I— yes.
[ Although he's trying on maturity, he really would like to sulk and brood and kick things in the privacy of his own (temporary) room. Still, Iorveth doesn't need to see that. ]
A few moments alone would be... for the best, I think.
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I— yes.
[ Although he's trying on maturity, he really would like to sulk and brood and kick things in the privacy of his own (temporary) room. Still, Iorveth doesn't need to see that. ]
A few moments alone would be... for the best, I think.
[ Just a few. Long enough to compose himself. ]
Run along downstairs. I'll join you soon.