[ Inclined to get up so that he can scour the suite and make sure that Damris isn't doing anything questionable, but effectively crippled by that hand clutching his robe. For better or for worse, Astarion is Iorveth's single greatest weakness: he finds it difficult, now, to do something that will cause Astarion to feel badly, even if feeling badly is a byproduct of what needs to be done.

An internal struggle later, visible on Iorveth's face, he settles back down beside Astarion and pulls close again, arms wrapping around tense shoulders, bridging the gap. ]

Miserable city, [ Iorveth hisses. ] I'll send word to Gale about a portal back to Waterdeep.

[ It'll likely take a few days, but Iorveth would rather they start preparations for that now, so that Astarion doesn't have to be in Athkatla with all these vampires and stressors for longer than necessary. Scowling (at the city in general), he presses a kiss against the side of Astarion's head, worry beating out rage in the end. ]

...I suppose you returning first to recuperate is unrealistic. [ Astarion said so before: he rests better with Iorveth in bed with him. There'd be no point in him moving locations if he's still going to be missing an elf-shaped space heater in his bed. ]