[ Despite the seriousness of the situation, Astarion laughs. Don't ever let anyone say that he isn't kind — he graciously chooses not to mention that 'humoring the ramblings of a deranged individual' is also what everyone in camp did whenever Iorveth started going on about elven rights. If there's a possibility that they're going to die in the next hour, he'd rather not end their lives by telling Iorveth that he's deranged (even if he is). ]

Right you are, darling. All you need to do is talk.

[ Which is not exactly Iorveth's strong suit, but again, pointing that out won't be helpful right now.

It takes no time at all—or perhaps just not as much time as he was hoping—to arrive at Th Slee wal er's Dr am again. He keeps his distance from the worn down old building, pulling Iorveth into a narrow alley, out of sight. ]

I love you, you know. You are the one bright thing in this world.

[ It's the sort of declaration he would usually find far too serious and a bit embarrassing, but he has no idea what their future holds after they walk through that door and into a hag's lair. If everything goes wrong, this is the sentiment Astarion wants to leave Iorveth with.

A quick kiss, and he steps back. With a muttered invisibilis, he flickers away. ]