[ Iorveth resumes his seated position against the edge of the couch, his side to the edge of it and elbow on a cushion, holding Astarion's hand. It'll be nice to be on a bed with him again, Iorveth thinks; he can't remember the last time he's tranced well without Astarion stuck to him like glue. ]

The gall of that creature, to inhabit your mind. [ Smoothing his thumb over Astarion's knuckles, idle and affectionate. ] ...At any rate, I'm here. With all my skin.

[ Craning forward, he presses a kiss to Astarion's temple. ]

If you wish, I'll speak sweetly to you while you rest. [ This is meant to be a joke, but how Astarion receives it is up to him. ] It might ward the nightmares away.