[ No feeling of betrayal on Iorveth's part: he interprets "do whatever you want" as "what you want to do is not necessarily what you're going to do", which is what Iorveth might have said under his breath if he didn't feel like his lungs were on fire.
Compliance doesn't come easy to him, regardless. He makes his way onto the lone bed in the room with some ushering from Damris, and pulls the sleeve of his shirt up past his elbow for the tiefling to aim the sharp needle into the soft bend of his inner arm.
Rasped: ] If this kills me, [ because there really is no guarantee that it won't, ] we are acquainted with a skeleton with resurrection powers.
[ Without mentioning that he has no idea where Withers is currently, or if he indeed has the power to help Iorveth if he succumbed to poison; the point here is that he's threatening Damris with horrible consequences for stupid actions. As he does so, his free hand moves to wherever Astarion may be, asking for it to be held.
"So suspicious," Damris replies again, still breezy as he wastes no time sliding the needle under Iorveth's skin and pushing the liquid into his bloodstream. Cold, to counteract the fire of the poison－ it hurts, and Iorveth doubles over, gritting his teeth. ]
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Compliance doesn't come easy to him, regardless. He makes his way onto the lone bed in the room with some ushering from Damris, and pulls the sleeve of his shirt up past his elbow for the tiefling to aim the sharp needle into the soft bend of his inner arm.
Rasped: ] If this kills me, [ because there really is no guarantee that it won't, ] we are acquainted with a skeleton with resurrection powers.
[ Without mentioning that he has no idea where Withers is currently, or if he indeed has the power to help Iorveth if he succumbed to poison; the point here is that he's threatening Damris with horrible consequences for stupid actions. As he does so, his free hand moves to wherever Astarion may be, asking for it to be held.
"So suspicious," Damris replies again, still breezy as he wastes no time sliding the needle under Iorveth's skin and pushing the liquid into his bloodstream. Cold, to counteract the fire of the poison－ it hurts, and Iorveth doubles over, gritting his teeth. ]