[ Still knelt by the couch, fingers twined in crispy curls, Iorveth exhales through his nose. Weak, as ever, to that verbal sleeve tug. ]
You need a healer, [ he says, but it lacks authority. A statement of fact, but not a demand; this entire night has been about things not going the way Astarion wanted, and Iorveth is loathe to add to that ever-growing pile of frustrations.
Another low exhale, and he thumbs under one red eye. It looks puffier than usual, bloodshot with the kind of distress that Iorveth hates seeing. ]
―But if you wish me to stay, I will. I'll go tell Gale to find someone suitable.
[ Which would leave them alone in this tower with a spawn who hates them, but Iorveth can deal with Damris if he tries anything stupid. He presses his lips to Astarion's forehead, then slowly gets up. ]
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You need a healer, [ he says, but it lacks authority. A statement of fact, but not a demand; this entire night has been about things not going the way Astarion wanted, and Iorveth is loathe to add to that ever-growing pile of frustrations.
Another low exhale, and he thumbs under one red eye. It looks puffier than usual, bloodshot with the kind of distress that Iorveth hates seeing. ]
―But if you wish me to stay, I will. I'll go tell Gale to find someone suitable.
[ Which would leave them alone in this tower with a spawn who hates them, but Iorveth can deal with Damris if he tries anything stupid. He presses his lips to Astarion's forehead, then slowly gets up. ]
Rest. I'll be back in a moment.