[ Growth, Iorveth thinks, even if he isn't exactly thrilled with the idea of Astarion holding Iorveth's needs above his own. Especially if it makes Astarion look like that, nose wrinkled and brows furrowed at the idea of living in squalor. ]
We have houses. [ This first, though. Not offended by the implication that all Aen Seidhe live like rats in burrows (he hasn't exactly given Astarion a clear impression of this prospective future), but a little defensive. ] You've never seen how we lived― our land used to be beautiful before the humans took them. Structures made of marble stretching above the forest canopy, sturdy homes meant to last centuries twining and threading along the forest floor. What set us apart from our invaders was that we only felled enough trees to live among them, instead of eliminating them entirely.
[ Proud of his culture. He could go on, but it's doubtful that Astarion wants a history lesson. ]
―But, yes. If you grow tired of the Aen Seidhe, you're free to go wherever you wish for as long as you wish. I'll hold you to my heart, regardless of where you are.
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We have houses. [ This first, though. Not offended by the implication that all Aen Seidhe live like rats in burrows (he hasn't exactly given Astarion a clear impression of this prospective future), but a little defensive. ] You've never seen how we lived― our land used to be beautiful before the humans took them. Structures made of marble stretching above the forest canopy, sturdy homes meant to last centuries twining and threading along the forest floor. What set us apart from our invaders was that we only felled enough trees to live among them, instead of eliminating them entirely.
[ Proud of his culture. He could go on, but it's doubtful that Astarion wants a history lesson. ]
―But, yes. If you grow tired of the Aen Seidhe, you're free to go wherever you wish for as long as you wish. I'll hold you to my heart, regardless of where you are.