[ "You're coddling him," some would say, and they'd be right. Iorveth doesn't want to be Astarion's kept elf, beholden to his whims, but he does want to make sure that their foundation of trust and safety is ironclad; these things are still so fragile, the latter perhaps more so than the former.
A hum of acknowledgment, and Iorveth starts rubbing slow circles between Astarion's shoulderblades, trying to coax some of that perpetually-kept tension out of those coiled muscles. ]
True. I'd give that pretty face of yours stress lines.
[ An affectionate jab, to make up for what he knows is an unpleasant line of follow-up questioning: ]
What were your unpleasant meditations about? Generally.
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A hum of acknowledgment, and Iorveth starts rubbing slow circles between Astarion's shoulderblades, trying to coax some of that perpetually-kept tension out of those coiled muscles. ]
True. I'd give that pretty face of yours stress lines.
[ An affectionate jab, to make up for what he knows is an unpleasant line of follow-up questioning: ]
What were your unpleasant meditations about? Generally.