[ Iorveth gets in the water (with help from Gale, who has resigned himself to the role of bath-filler), and lets Karlach linger while he washes with her hand in the tub, keeping it heated for him. She asks him about the Elder Speech, and he teaches her a few choice phrases that he thinks she may use in the future: "a d'yaebl aép arse!", she laughs gleefully, vowing to say it to Gortash the next time she sees him.
He washes, he dries off, he pulls himself into fresh clothes. Wyll offers to take Iorveth's wet clothes out for laundry, promising that he was going to go get his outfits pressed and mended anyway, and that it wouldn't be any trouble. It's a bit adorable how Wyll seems to think Iorveth would get offended by the offer (for good reason, perhaps), so Iorveth decides not to give him trouble; he obliges the favor, and also brings Wyll over to where Astarion is lounging to have him extend the same offer to the fussiest of their group.
"Anything you'd like laundered, Astarion?" he asks, beaming. If Astarion ever fantasized about someone whisking him away, Iorveth thinks, said someone must have looked exactly like Wyll.
Taking a perch on the edge of the bed while Wyll is tending to Astarion, Iorveth beckons the owlbear cub over to pluck out a few half-molted feathers from its downy coat. A friend, not food. ]
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He washes, he dries off, he pulls himself into fresh clothes. Wyll offers to take Iorveth's wet clothes out for laundry, promising that he was going to go get his outfits pressed and mended anyway, and that it wouldn't be any trouble. It's a bit adorable how Wyll seems to think Iorveth would get offended by the offer (for good reason, perhaps), so Iorveth decides not to give him trouble; he obliges the favor, and also brings Wyll over to where Astarion is lounging to have him extend the same offer to the fussiest of their group.
"Anything you'd like laundered, Astarion?" he asks, beaming. If Astarion ever fantasized about someone whisking him away, Iorveth thinks, said someone must have looked exactly like Wyll.
Taking a perch on the edge of the bed while Wyll is tending to Astarion, Iorveth beckons the owlbear cub over to pluck out a few half-molted feathers from its downy coat. A friend, not food. ]