[ A blink, uncomprehending. Still naked, with pillow wrinkles creasing just around the prominent scar bisecting his missing eye, Iorveth tips his head and narrows his eye, almost as if he's on the verge of being offended by the would-be accusation. He definitely would have been, a handful of tendays ago.
Instead, he takes a deep breath in, and blows it out again through his teeth. ]
Does it look like I did? [ Just shy of a reciprocal accusation, leaning more towards exasperated concern. Brushing through Astarion's hair with the tips of his fingers again, before tweaking the end of one pointy ear. Chiding perfunctorily, before settling into watchful curiosity. ]
...Did you not trance well?
[ Not to be conceited, but he'd assumed that the night prior would have been nice enough for Astarion to trance soundly. Odd. ]
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Instead, he takes a deep breath in, and blows it out again through his teeth. ]
Does it look like I did? [ Just shy of a reciprocal accusation, leaning more towards exasperated concern. Brushing through Astarion's hair with the tips of his fingers again, before tweaking the end of one pointy ear. Chiding perfunctorily, before settling into watchful curiosity. ]
...Did you not trance well?
[ Not to be conceited, but he'd assumed that the night prior would have been nice enough for Astarion to trance soundly. Odd. ]