[ Slow, gentle petting through flyaway curls, to make sure that Astarion knows that this isn't a dream. Iorveth is still thinking about that fragile confession, the fear that one day Astarion will have the rug pulled out from under him again－ neither stupid nor unfounded－ which makes Iorveth feel even more protective than he already does.

He laughs about 'rescue kitten', though. ] I thought you were opposed to referring to him as a cat. [ Let alone a kitten. Very cute.

Knuckles brushing along Astarion's cheek, Iorveth notes the lingering dark circles, the lingering signs of puffiness from when he'd maybe, maybe cried. (Making Astarion cry is worse than a war crime by Iorveth's standards; he will fucking kill the hag, one day.) ]

I doubt he'll try anything. If Gale played his role correctly [ "terminal do-gooder far too ambitious for his own good" ], I expect Damris will have been charmed into not holding a knife against our throats.

[ But, like. It might be fun. Iorveth's tone suggests that he might look at Damris more favorably if he tries it, which says too much about him. ]