[ The grip at his sleeve stops Iorveth from moving over to the corpse to investigate it― which isn't to say that he actually has to, given that the cause of death is obvious. Glancing sideways at where Astarion has his fingers curled in his shirt, Iorveth tries to gauge if it's an anxious hold or if it's a firm reminder.
Either way, he reaches with his free hand to rummage inside their anti-vampire pack and fish out a Scroll of Sunbeam, which he brandishes with casual care. ]
This should dissuade anyone who gets too ambitious.
[ Whether or not he can use it as well as, say, Gale could is up for debate, but it'll work to thin the horde at least once. It doesn't seem very productive to reflect on the fact that his skillset is better-suited for one-on-one fighting or long-distance combat in the open, so he won't. The less metaphorical hand-wringing Astarion has to do, the better.
Iorveth tucks the scroll under his belt for easy access, and runs his fingers through Astarion's hair. ]
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Either way, he reaches with his free hand to rummage inside their anti-vampire pack and fish out a Scroll of Sunbeam, which he brandishes with casual care. ]
This should dissuade anyone who gets too ambitious.
[ Whether or not he can use it as well as, say, Gale could is up for debate, but it'll work to thin the horde at least once. It doesn't seem very productive to reflect on the fact that his skillset is better-suited for one-on-one fighting or long-distance combat in the open, so he won't. The less metaphorical hand-wringing Astarion has to do, the better.
Iorveth tucks the scroll under his belt for easy access, and runs his fingers through Astarion's hair. ]
Don't pout. You'll give yourself wrinkles.