[ Oh, being a horrible elf is worth it for this. Being with Astarion, keeping Astarion close. Iorveth winds his own, still slightly-weak arms around Astarion's middle, keeping them both nested while he noses against silver hair. ]
Yes, thanks to you. [ Genuinely. Astarion might say that it wasn't noble or altruistic of him at all, but there's a big difference between working to keep someone alive because an alliance is practical, and helping someone out of depth of feeling.
Iorveth slides one hand up Astarion's back to fix mussed curls and to pet soft hair, mindful that they should be alert but simultaneously being too concerned about Astarion's mental state to divide his attention in any meaningful way. ]
I was careless― a mistake I'll not make again. Forgive me.
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Yes, thanks to you. [ Genuinely. Astarion might say that it wasn't noble or altruistic of him at all, but there's a big difference between working to keep someone alive because an alliance is practical, and helping someone out of depth of feeling.
Iorveth slides one hand up Astarion's back to fix mussed curls and to pet soft hair, mindful that they should be alert but simultaneously being too concerned about Astarion's mental state to divide his attention in any meaningful way. ]
I was careless― a mistake I'll not make again. Forgive me.