[ Oh. Iorveth stops stacking plates to swivel his attention back towards Astarion with the sort of expression that says "you realize we're planning all this for your sake, right?" ]

You realize we're planning all of this for your sake.

[ His words agree with his face. Forget his fucking shoes!!!! This is the cloak that is going to let Astarion walk in the sun!!!!!!! ]

Getting you back in sunlight is the priority, you fool. I'll wear Gale's ugly sandals to my grave if that's what it takes.

[ A threat. ]