[ Bridezilla, Baldurian Edition. Groomzilla? Whatever. Iorveth, working to take off Astarion's other boot, has no idea what kind of ceremony Astarion will want, and thus has no idea what the finances of this will look like (uh oh); he can think about that later. Surely Wyll is entitled to like, some monetary support from Duke Ravengard while he traipses around in Avernus with Karlach.

Logistics later. First, the more pressing matter of what Astarion wants, and what he can expect from unions in Aen Seidhe tradition, which－

－honestly? Iorveth doesn't know. Not with any amount of certainty, since all of their traditions were subsumed by conflict, modified to fit dire circumstances. Still, he doesn't want to make it depressing, so he relays what he knows while he finishes tugging off Astarion's boot and gets to work on removing his. ]

Speaking vows in witness of the forest, usually without too much ceremony. Most Aen Seidhe share lovers over our extended lifespans, which makes the decision of commitment more of a...

[ A vague gesture, with one hand. ] ...Private affair, to be promised between the pair involved. Less and less common now, given that our numbers are dwindling.

[ Lifting himself back up, Iorveth takes a seat next to Astarion. ] I would bring you to one of our ancestral forests, and promise myself to you there. No priests involved.