[ The greenhouse smells awful. Astarion wonders if this is what Iorveth tasted in the wine; he should have tasted it before Iorveth had the chance. He's spent enough time around poisons that he (hopes he) would have been able to clock it. A mistake, but he'll just have to make sure Iorveth never consumes anything again without Astarion's approval first (which Iorveth will just love, he's sure). Food is endlessly unappealing to him, but he'd suffer the taste of ash if it meant keeping Iorveth safe. ]
So many talents.
[ He hates that Damris made the poison, actually, both because it's the damn thing killing Iorveth and because it means they have similar skill sets. Ideally, he wouldn't have a thing in common with this creature. Unfortunately, that isn't proving to be the case.
Rubbing Iorveth's back soothingly, he steers them toward the hatch, which he looks down at with a frown. ]
A bit ominous. [ Looking up, he gestures to the darkness below. ] ...You first.
[ Like hell he's going to go down before Damris and get trapped underground again. ]
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So many talents.
[ He hates that Damris made the poison, actually, both because it's the damn thing killing Iorveth and because it means they have similar skill sets. Ideally, he wouldn't have a thing in common with this creature. Unfortunately, that isn't proving to be the case.
Rubbing Iorveth's back soothingly, he steers them toward the hatch, which he looks down at with a frown. ]
A bit ominous. [ Looking up, he gestures to the darkness below. ] ...You first.
[ Like hell he's going to go down before Damris and get trapped underground again. ]