[ It feels a little heinous, having Astarion roll off of him, and Iorveth's expression turns sullen as he sits up with his back against the headboard, fingers still combing through Astarion's hair. As close as Iorveth will ever get to a tantrum.
"You two really should sleep in different rooms until you both recover," Reginald suggests, sensibly. "If I had a copper for every patient who's made their condition worse because they canoodled when I specifically told them not to―
―Well, I wouldn't be a rich man, but I'd be able to buy myself something nice."
He laughs at his own statement, then flits over to Astarion to do his cursory check. Glowing fingers travel over where the halfing remembers the worst fractures to have been, and though the feeling is likely unpleasant still, it shouldn't be excruciating. Hopefully. ]
I don't rest well when he's not near, [ Iorveth shoots back at Reginald, who glances at him with a look that says 'case in point'. "He's not always going to be near, is he?" ]
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"You two really should sleep in different rooms until you both recover," Reginald suggests, sensibly. "If I had a copper for every patient who's made their condition worse because they canoodled when I specifically told them not to―
―Well, I wouldn't be a rich man, but I'd be able to buy myself something nice."
He laughs at his own statement, then flits over to Astarion to do his cursory check. Glowing fingers travel over where the halfing remembers the worst fractures to have been, and though the feeling is likely unpleasant still, it shouldn't be excruciating. Hopefully. ]
I don't rest well when he's not near, [ Iorveth shoots back at Reginald, who glances at him with a look that says 'case in point'. "He's not always going to be near, is he?" ]