[ Astarion flops, and it finally gives Iorveth an excuse to stop being quite as cloying in favor of following this line of conversation: he sits up and shifts towards the edge of the bed, where he reaches down for his own discarded travel pack to fish out some hair oil (legitimate) and a comb.
Shimmying back, he props a few more purple pillows under Astarion's head to make it easier for Iorveth to brush his hair as they talk. Silver curls mussed by all that rolling around gets a new coat of sheen. ]
And it would be back to an eternity of torment for him. [ Not their problem, but also kind of their problem. Iorveth, too, sees a bit too much of Astarion in Damris' predicament to feel content about leaving the spawn to his fate. (Even if the guy did try to poison him.) ]
We could bring him back with us to Waterdeep. [ As if Damris is some stray that they can foist onto a loving family. Unlikely, but perhaps a little better than eternal torture. ]
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Shimmying back, he props a few more purple pillows under Astarion's head to make it easier for Iorveth to brush his hair as they talk. Silver curls mussed by all that rolling around gets a new coat of sheen. ]
And it would be back to an eternity of torment for him. [ Not their problem, but also kind of their problem. Iorveth, too, sees a bit too much of Astarion in Damris' predicament to feel content about leaving the spawn to his fate. (Even if the guy did try to poison him.) ]
We could bring him back with us to Waterdeep. [ As if Damris is some stray that they can foist onto a loving family. Unlikely, but perhaps a little better than eternal torture. ]