[ The Astarion who'd once (or twice, or maybe a few more times than that) sulked in his tent because of something sharp that Iorveth had said would never believe him that Iorveth is the sweetest person on the planet. He's had plenty of restless nights before, and not once did anyone ever hold his hand or offer him a lick of comfort. The feeling of Iorveth's soothing ministrations makes him a little dewy-eyed, which he immediately blinks away. Gods. When did he become so soft? ]
Check the other room? [ he asks, laughing a little. ] Surely you don't think Dennis [ Damris ] has bewitched me.
[ His gaze flicks back up to meet Iorveth's, a split second expression of paranoid questioning. Right? ]
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Check the other room? [ he asks, laughing a little. ] Surely you don't think Dennis [ Damris ] has bewitched me.
[ His gaze flicks back up to meet Iorveth's, a split second expression of paranoid questioning. Right? ]