[ His check-in is brief. but mildly significant: he tells Damris about their intentions to take him out of Athkatla, which the tiefling receives with half-skepticism and half-fear, as if he's on the cusp of believing but being terrified of something so utterly unthinkable regardless.
Iorveth leaves after telling Damris to consider what he's going to do about Linus. A real question that he expects a real answer to later. Now, he hears Astarion calling for him and quickly makes his way back, offering a hand to hold. ]
Let's go, then. [ A frown, as he notes the patterns of exhaustion on Astarion's face, his general listlessness. ] ―Love. If you need even a bit of blood before we leave, I'll give it.
[ Saying that Astarion looks like death warmed over might just be a statement of fact in general, but he really looks like death warmed over right now. ]
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Iorveth leaves after telling Damris to consider what he's going to do about Linus. A real question that he expects a real answer to later. Now, he hears Astarion calling for him and quickly makes his way back, offering a hand to hold. ]
Let's go, then. [ A frown, as he notes the patterns of exhaustion on Astarion's face, his general listlessness. ] ―Love. If you need even a bit of blood before we leave, I'll give it.
[ Saying that Astarion looks like death warmed over might just be a statement of fact in general, but he really looks like death warmed over right now. ]