[ Today has been the lowest Astarion has felt in a long while, and to be touched gently and cared for after the fact feels... overwhelming. Undeserved, surely. Like he could start crying again, maybe, so he does his best to temper the feeling. He already looks like enough of a mess without adding snot into the mix.
He does, however, reach out to touch his fingertips lightly to Iorveth's wrist. ]
You would tell me if you were in terrible pain, wouldn't you?
[ Iorveth was clawed up and thrown around by a hag. He must be hurting, but he hasn't said anything. ]
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He does, however, reach out to touch his fingertips lightly to Iorveth's wrist. ]
You would tell me if you were in terrible pain, wouldn't you?
[ Iorveth was clawed up and thrown around by a hag. He must be hurting, but he hasn't said anything. ]