[ It's a relief that Iorveth picks up on the veiled suggestion to leave him, and Astarion does use the time to himself for brushing his hair (perhaps a little neurotically) and applying his fancy new hair oil to the ends. He imagines it must look nice, although he can't actually confirm. The rest of the time is spent pacing back and forth--not unlike Tara--and psyching himself up for the teleportation.
There's nothing to be nervous about, he tells himself, and if there is, it doesn't matter and he shouldn't be nervous anyway. It's only the biggest moment in his life after killing Cazador. Hardly worth stressing about! Sure, he'll feel positively hopeless if he fails, but--
He never really manages to settle himself, but he does gather up enough courage to come down the stairs. Iorveth and Gale have likely finished their meal by now, he expects, so he isn't worried about interrupting when he strides into the room, demanding, ] All right, I'm ready to go. Chop, chop.
[ The faster their journey, the less time he'll have to be anxious about it. ]
you didn't see me notice my messed up grammar like 30 minutes later
There's nothing to be nervous about, he tells himself, and if there is, it doesn't matter and he shouldn't be nervous anyway. It's only the biggest moment in his life after killing Cazador. Hardly worth stressing about! Sure, he'll feel positively hopeless if he fails, but--
He never really manages to settle himself, but he does gather up enough courage to come down the stairs. Iorveth and Gale have likely finished their meal by now, he expects, so he isn't worried about interrupting when he strides into the room, demanding, ] All right, I'm ready to go. Chop, chop.
[ The faster their journey, the less time he'll have to be anxious about it. ]