[ 'I've not been trancing well', Iorveth says, and Astarion feels another flutter of affection in his heart. Protecting Astarion's privacy even when not asked to, because he knows that Astarion would rather die before showing vulnerability in front of anyone else. He feels very, very known, and while that feeling would have made him anxious before, it doesn't now.
The sight of sunlight does make him anxious, though, and he takes an unconscious step back as Iorveth opens the curtain. Once upon a time, he'd been able to boast about his daywalking abilities in front of a window at the Flophouse. No more. ]
...He's right. They don't.
[ One could almost mistake this for charity. ]
They're pathetic and impotent. Hardly powerful enough to affect your mind.
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The sight of sunlight does make him anxious, though, and he takes an unconscious step back as Iorveth opens the curtain. Once upon a time, he'd been able to boast about his daywalking abilities in front of a window at the Flophouse. No more. ]
...He's right. They don't.
[ One could almost mistake this for charity. ]
They're pathetic and impotent. Hardly powerful enough to affect your mind.