[ Holding Iorveth's hand has become second nature, but he still gets a little thrill doing it, just like the very first time. He squeezes slightly tighter than usual, a byproduct of anxious energy and a reluctance to be separated from Iorveth. If only he could have Iorveth beside him while he tries his luck with the locks, he knows he'd feel less nervous. ]
You of all people should know that my fingers are always very clever.
[ As they walk through the door and onto the streets of Athkatla, he pats his pocket with his free hand, feeling the shape of his thieves' tools. He's picked countless locks. All he has to do is pick one more. ]
—You can still back out, you know.
[ An unlikely possibility, but one he feels compelled to share nonetheless. Iorveth has nothing to gain and everything to lose. ]
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You of all people should know that my fingers are always very clever.
[ As they walk through the door and onto the streets of Athkatla, he pats his pocket with his free hand, feeling the shape of his thieves' tools. He's picked countless locks. All he has to do is pick one more. ]
—You can still back out, you know.
[ An unlikely possibility, but one he feels compelled to share nonetheless. Iorveth has nothing to gain and everything to lose. ]