[ Oh, he thinks, when Astarion plays with his ring finger. With everything that's been going on, he'd almost forgotten about the bit of jewelry they'd been talking about purchasing. Not because he doesn't want it (he does, which is equal measures shocking and terrifying), but because he feels like he fumbled the timing by almost dying. Stupid.

The thought makes his pulse skip momentarily, but he wills himself to settle. ]

Gods, I deserve to die if I let our 'guest' surprise me.

[ A very rude thing to say about Damris, who may or may not be a good fighter if given even a fraction of a chance. Still, Iorveth's been fighting battles since he was young enough to be told not to, and it's evident by the arch of his brow and the semi-offended hike of his chin that Damris is not, in fact, a threat to him. Like, at all.

(In the other room, Damris has a gut feeling that the two elves are talking shit, and scowls.) ]

Tara was far more frightening than him. You needn't worry.