[ Honestly, Iorveth really has no particular desire to do anything at all with Damris once they return to Waterdeep: his chief concern is, of course, Astarion, and making sure Astarion is fine, and making sure Astarion trances for at least two days. More honestly, the only thing Iorveth plans on doing with Damris is perhaps testing the cloak on him to see which one works (if either of them does), but that might give Damris ideas, so he'll likely scrap that idea.
His concussed head starts whirring again. It's giving him a migraine, but he doesn't care― he lets Gale work on the portal while he goes into the bedroom to gather the rest of their things, brushing by Astarion to give him a careful sift of fingers against sticky silver curls. Astarion seems far too exhausted and in pain to do anything but sit limply, which is far more worrying than breaking international laws.
The portal crackles open, and Iorveth helps Gale lug Damris through it first (still hog-tied and very disoriented by the fuckery happening around him); after that, Iorveth ushers Gale through next, promising they'll follow close after, tosses their packs through the violet light, then turns towards Astarion. ]
I can carry you, [ he offers. Not far, obviously, but three steps through the portal should be manageable. Crouching in front of Astarion this time, Iorveth nudges close. ] Wrap your arms around my shoulders.
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His concussed head starts whirring again. It's giving him a migraine, but he doesn't care― he lets Gale work on the portal while he goes into the bedroom to gather the rest of their things, brushing by Astarion to give him a careful sift of fingers against sticky silver curls. Astarion seems far too exhausted and in pain to do anything but sit limply, which is far more worrying than breaking international laws.
The portal crackles open, and Iorveth helps Gale lug Damris through it first (still hog-tied and very disoriented by the fuckery happening around him); after that, Iorveth ushers Gale through next, promising they'll follow close after, tosses their packs through the violet light, then turns towards Astarion. ]
I can carry you, [ he offers. Not far, obviously, but three steps through the portal should be manageable. Crouching in front of Astarion this time, Iorveth nudges close. ] Wrap your arms around my shoulders.