[ Iorveth watches Gale slink away like the saddest golden retriever, then kneels next to Astarion on the couch to help him out of his trousers－
－which is slow going. Iorveth hadn't been able to see the extent of the damage done to the leg until now, but the more he sees of it as the pants shimmy down, the worse it looks. Bruising from internal bleeding along almost the entire length of it, horribly stark against such pale skin.
Iorveth doesn't wince, but he feels inclined to. Reginald, on the other hand, pipes up with an "oh!", impressed-adjacent as he scurries around.
"Hm, hm! A nasty break, nasty indeed... I'm surprised you aren't screaming in pain right now. Most people would have fainted from the agony."
Grim. It makes Iorveth think of all the impossible things Astarion had to endure under Cazador's thumb, which makes him grit his teeth. ]
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－which is slow going. Iorveth hadn't been able to see the extent of the damage done to the leg until now, but the more he sees of it as the pants shimmy down, the worse it looks. Bruising from internal bleeding along almost the entire length of it, horribly stark against such pale skin.
Iorveth doesn't wince, but he feels inclined to. Reginald, on the other hand, pipes up with an "oh!", impressed-adjacent as he scurries around.
"Hm, hm! A nasty break, nasty indeed... I'm surprised you aren't screaming in pain right now. Most people would have fainted from the agony."
Grim. It makes Iorveth think of all the impossible things Astarion had to endure under Cazador's thumb, which makes him grit his teeth. ]
Enough talking. Fix it.