[ Maybe Iorveth should portal back to Athkatla and try to kill the hag again, just for making Astarion cry. He'll consider it later, maybe when Astarion's in a better state; the only reason he hasn't buckled under all his pain is because he's so fucking furious at the reality that that wretched monster hurt Astarion the way she did.
He says as much. ] My pain is less offensive than what that fucking creature did to you. [ 'Fucking creature' is a low hiss, clicked between his teeth as if he'd like nothing better than her throat between them.
His hands remain steady, however. Careful, as if he's braiding curls instead of cleaning grime off of them. ]
The fury's taken the place of my pain. [ Reaching for a fresh towel to wipe more blood and dust off of Astarion's face, dabbing carefully at places where falling trinkets bonked him when Astarion collapsed. ] You need to worry about yourself, beloved.
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He says as much. ] My pain is less offensive than what that fucking creature did to you. [ 'Fucking creature' is a low hiss, clicked between his teeth as if he'd like nothing better than her throat between them.
His hands remain steady, however. Careful, as if he's braiding curls instead of cleaning grime off of them. ]
The fury's taken the place of my pain. [ Reaching for a fresh towel to wipe more blood and dust off of Astarion's face, dabbing carefully at places where falling trinkets bonked him when Astarion collapsed. ] You need to worry about yourself, beloved.