[ Maybe not a schoolgirl fancy, but definitely something friendly and tentative. Shadowheart, much like Astarion, had so little for so long― most of their current party shares that trait, actually. It's no wonder why they all stuck to each other despite all the ribbing about everyone being certifiably insane.
Iorveth finally gets out of bed to follow suit in the dressing business, deciding to choose a shirt that doesn't show much of his neck or collarbone today. Less temptation for hungry spawn. It's a pity that he has to cover up his tattoos in the process, but that's life.
As he pulls off his sleeping clothes and pulls on more battle-appropriate trousers: ] I should dip myself in garlic oil.
[ Is that even effective against vampire spawn, he actually has no idea. But he complies with the request to take their shared anti-vampire pack, and checks inventory after he finishes lacing himself into his gear: one more vial of holy water, three scrolls of sunbeam, a few stakes. The blessed daggers sit primly among the rest of the knickknacks, and Iorveth checks to make sure that the blade is sharp enough to his liking. ]
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Iorveth finally gets out of bed to follow suit in the dressing business, deciding to choose a shirt that doesn't show much of his neck or collarbone today. Less temptation for hungry spawn. It's a pity that he has to cover up his tattoos in the process, but that's life.
As he pulls off his sleeping clothes and pulls on more battle-appropriate trousers: ] I should dip myself in garlic oil.
[ Is that even effective against vampire spawn, he actually has no idea. But he complies with the request to take their shared anti-vampire pack, and checks inventory after he finishes lacing himself into his gear: one more vial of holy water, three scrolls of sunbeam, a few stakes. The blessed daggers sit primly among the rest of the knickknacks, and Iorveth checks to make sure that the blade is sharp enough to his liking. ]