[ Astarion laughs. Is he good at taking care of Iorveth at all? He has no point of reference for caring; no one's ever done it for him besides Iorveth, so he really has no idea what someone is supposed to do. Like everything about this relationship, he just stumbles his way through it blindly.
But he does enjoy doing it. Case in point: another forkful of cake held out for Iorveth. He tilts his head to watch Iorveth eat, strangely amused by the sight. A feral woodland creature eating out of his hand. ]
You make me want to be what you see in me, [ he confesses. There's nothing miraculous about him, but if Iorveth can think that, maybe it's something he can become. ]
no subject
But he does enjoy doing it. Case in point: another forkful of cake held out for Iorveth. He tilts his head to watch Iorveth eat, strangely amused by the sight. A feral woodland creature eating out of his hand. ]
You make me want to be what you see in me, [ he confesses. There's nothing miraculous about him, but if Iorveth can think that, maybe it's something he can become. ]