[ He feels a little undercurrent of embarrassment at how bad he must look right now, after a full day of tossing and turning and cold-sweating. It doesn't manage to hold his focus, though; he stares at Iorveth with a wrinkle between his brows, the sort of paranoia he'd grown used to during his time in captivity tugging at him. ]
Did you leave?
[ It sounds a little bit like an accusation, a 'how dare you take my peace away'. A ridiculous accusation, of course, if he'd only look at the evidence. Iorveth isn't the type to lie, and dressing himself to go out and returning to strip down again is exactly the type of farce Iorveth would never undignify himself with.
And yet. The fear that Iorveth had left him to fend for himself when he'd been vulnerable enough to ask him not to remains. ]
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Did you leave?
[ It sounds a little bit like an accusation, a 'how dare you take my peace away'. A ridiculous accusation, of course, if he'd only look at the evidence. Iorveth isn't the type to lie, and dressing himself to go out and returning to strip down again is exactly the type of farce Iorveth would never undignify himself with.
And yet. The fear that Iorveth had left him to fend for himself when he'd been vulnerable enough to ask him not to remains. ]