[ An automatic answer for when he does know, but doesn't want to admit the truth. No, he didn't trance well at all. A surprise, seeing as how he'd slipped into semiconsciousness with Iorveth's body underneath him and the taste of blood still fresh on his tongue. He hadn't wanted for anything, yet he'd still found himself plagued with anxiety.
Appropriately chided, he sits himself up, scooting back against the mahogany headboard of their too-big bed. Frowning, he reaches out to wrap a hand around Iorveth's wrist, humiliatingly needy even as he tries to appear unbothered. ]
Perhaps I'm just... under the weather.
[ He isn't certain vampires can get ill by natural means, but it's a better thought than the alternative: that he hasn't made nearly as much progress as he'd thought, and that being here, facing a vampire lord again, has made him regress from what little progress he did make. ]
—Yes, I think that's it. There must be something going around.
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[ An automatic answer for when he does know, but doesn't want to admit the truth. No, he didn't trance well at all. A surprise, seeing as how he'd slipped into semiconsciousness with Iorveth's body underneath him and the taste of blood still fresh on his tongue. He hadn't wanted for anything, yet he'd still found himself plagued with anxiety.
Appropriately chided, he sits himself up, scooting back against the mahogany headboard of their too-big bed. Frowning, he reaches out to wrap a hand around Iorveth's wrist, humiliatingly needy even as he tries to appear unbothered. ]
Perhaps I'm just... under the weather.
[ He isn't certain vampires can get ill by natural means, but it's a better thought than the alternative: that he hasn't made nearly as much progress as he'd thought, and that being here, facing a vampire lord again, has made him regress from what little progress he did make. ]
—Yes, I think that's it. There must be something going around.