[ Loving Astarion might be reasonable, but loving Astarion to the degree that Iorveth does isn't. If they were still traveling in a group, it's likely that the others would have found ways to pull Iorveth in different directions, but alas.
That said, Iorveth concedes to Astarion going, freedom-loving elf that he is. He settles into what are now Astarion-scented pillows, giving Astarion's knee one last pat before resigning himself to bedrest. ]
Mm. Go make the city yours, 'Master Blackmane'. [ A brief twitch of his lips, amused. ] Be careful, and only get into the sort of trouble you can get yourself out of.
[ Mischievous cat. Iorveth would never tell Astarion not to carouse, as long as he can come back to him in one piece; with that, he closes his eye and waves him off. Getting as far away from Damris and this cursed inn might do Astarion a world of good. ]
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That said, Iorveth concedes to Astarion going, freedom-loving elf that he is. He settles into what are now Astarion-scented pillows, giving Astarion's knee one last pat before resigning himself to bedrest. ]
Mm. Go make the city yours, 'Master Blackmane'. [ A brief twitch of his lips, amused. ] Be careful, and only get into the sort of trouble you can get yourself out of.
[ Mischievous cat. Iorveth would never tell Astarion not to carouse, as long as he can come back to him in one piece; with that, he closes his eye and waves him off. Getting as far away from Damris and this cursed inn might do Astarion a world of good. ]