[ Hm. ]

Neither silly nor stupid, [ Iorveth observes as he smooths down Astarion's spine, up and down to the rhythm of his own breathing. Slow, steady. Contemplative, as he considers whether or not it's the presence of another vampire nearby that's prompting Astarion to think about his past again. ]

I could go check the other room.

[ Due diligence. He strokes the nape of Astarion's neck gently, massaging the jut of bone there. ]

If I knew what was troubling you, I would do my utmost.