[ Deadly (ha) serious, about the 'forever' thing. Iorveth will have to sit with Astarion and actually have a proper check-in after this hag ordeal, about the poisoning and the near-death experience and whether or not that made Astarion feel some type of way (likely).
(First, the cloak. If they can only get Astarion back in the sun, the world might feel different for him, Iorveth thinks.)
A puff of breath, amused, and Iorveth slips his bow into its usual cradle, opting to bring it along despite it being largely ornamental in this situation. ]
You can look forward to stripping me out of it later.
[ Until then, Astarion will have to deal with Iorveth looking lumpy. A human-shaped gambeson is truly the only garment in the world that can make a tall, lanky elf like him look squat. ]
I'll go relay my message to Gale to the innkeep. Meet me downstairs.
[ A gentle stroke of fingers to silver curls, and Iorveth turns to leave the bedroom. As ready as he can be, on his end of things: the only thing he can do is tell the hag certain variations of his truth, until he can't. ]
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(First, the cloak. If they can only get Astarion back in the sun, the world might feel different for him, Iorveth thinks.)
A puff of breath, amused, and Iorveth slips his bow into its usual cradle, opting to bring it along despite it being largely ornamental in this situation. ]
You can look forward to stripping me out of it later.
[ Until then, Astarion will have to deal with Iorveth looking lumpy. A human-shaped gambeson is truly the only garment in the world that can make a tall, lanky elf like him look squat. ]
I'll go relay my message to Gale to the innkeep. Meet me downstairs.
[ A gentle stroke of fingers to silver curls, and Iorveth turns to leave the bedroom. As ready as he can be, on his end of things: the only thing he can do is tell the hag certain variations of his truth, until he can't. ]