[ The scratch is an easier problem to fix than the hag problem, which means that it's worth addressing, if only to feel like they've got something under control. Iorveth does some reciprocal maneuvering, moving the both of them back to the living room space, where he can fall on top of one of the many oversized lounge chairs with Astarion in tow. ]
I made him burn first, [ he points out, as he offers his palm for Astarion's perusal, the scratch still coated with a sheen of slow-seeping blood. ] Soothe this for me, if you would.
[ Early breakfast. With his other hand, Iorveth trails the pads of his fingers over frown lines and worry-creases on pale skin, trying to smooth them down. ]
Astarion. You're scowling harder than I usually do.
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I made him burn first, [ he points out, as he offers his palm for Astarion's perusal, the scratch still coated with a sheen of slow-seeping blood. ] Soothe this for me, if you would.
[ Early breakfast. With his other hand, Iorveth trails the pads of his fingers over frown lines and worry-creases on pale skin, trying to smooth them down. ]
Astarion. You're scowling harder than I usually do.