[ Iorveth laughs, and Astarion laughs, too. Not because it's particularly funny to him, but because Iorveth's laugh—his genuine, lighthearted, carefree laugh—fills him with such joy that it's impossible not to mirror him. As pushy as he'd been about keeping Iorveth close to him, he flops on his back, the back of his hand to his forehead as if swooning. ]
Oh, my hero.
[ His eyes dart over to glance at Iorveth, mouth tugging up. ]
I am so very helpless, after all. Thank the gods I have your protection.
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Oh, my hero.
[ His eyes dart over to glance at Iorveth, mouth tugging up. ]
I am so very helpless, after all. Thank the gods I have your protection.
[ Ha. ]