[ "He doesn't look enthralled," Dalyria observes with a frown. An insulting assessment, really, but the other siblings' difficulty in believing that Astarion could be around someone simply because they're comrades or friends (or whatever they've decided they are, Iorveth doesn't have a word for it yet) speaks volumes.
"And he scarcely looks like he would have been able to..." This time, it's Aurelia's turn to hesitate before finishing the sentence, which Iorveth assumes is "kill Cazador". She doesn't fill in that blank, and chooses instead to look over her shoulder towards the direction of the underground kennels, expression clouding. Remembering the other spawn, no doubt.
"The others... they'll tear the elf apart, if they're given even a sliver of a chance. Even if it participated in their liberation. Take care, brother."
It. Iorveth's frown turns sharp, but decides, with extreme restraint, not to say anything about how he's being referred to for now. ]
We'll see how far gone they are, [ he suggests to Astarion, his focus swiveled back, unwavering, on him. ] And assess what we should do with them afterwards.
[ If they're too deranged for rehabilitation, the difficult option might be the kindest; if they can still have some part of their minds left, Iorveth thinks that they could continue living, albeit with some sort of supervision. Not theirs; they still have things to do. ]
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"And he scarcely looks like he would have been able to..." This time, it's Aurelia's turn to hesitate before finishing the sentence, which Iorveth assumes is "kill Cazador". She doesn't fill in that blank, and chooses instead to look over her shoulder towards the direction of the underground kennels, expression clouding. Remembering the other spawn, no doubt.
"The others... they'll tear the elf apart, if they're given even a sliver of a chance. Even if it participated in their liberation. Take care, brother."
It. Iorveth's frown turns sharp, but decides, with extreme restraint, not to say anything about how he's being referred to for now. ]
We'll see how far gone they are, [ he suggests to Astarion, his focus swiveled back, unwavering, on him. ] And assess what we should do with them afterwards.
[ If they're too deranged for rehabilitation, the difficult option might be the kindest; if they can still have some part of their minds left, Iorveth thinks that they could continue living, albeit with some sort of supervision. Not theirs; they still have things to do. ]