[ Reginald is the only person who has ever given the both of them sound advice on how to function like a normal couple, but he has unfortunate timing: Iorveth is still wildly protective, and exasperated by third parties trying to test his patience. Damris, the hag, and now this. The saving grace is that Reginald is good at cleric-ing, and the fact that Astarion is in less pain smooths over some of Iorveth's inclinations to be jagged towards the halfling.
"Too much of anything can be a poison," Reginald warns cheerily, as he gives Astarion's leg one last poke. "But rest assured that your leg will be in prime canoodling condition in..." Making a mental calculation, counting off on his little wrinkly fingers. "...Four days, I think! I would usually give most people more time, but," even more cheerily: "you're a vampire, and it seems you heal faster than most. Fascinating!"
Iorveth shoots Reginald a Look. Gale shuffles his feet, and clears his throat.
"Well! How about we all have some breakfast, eh?" ]
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"Too much of anything can be a poison," Reginald warns cheerily, as he gives Astarion's leg one last poke. "But rest assured that your leg will be in prime canoodling condition in..." Making a mental calculation, counting off on his little wrinkly fingers. "...Four days, I think! I would usually give most people more time, but," even more cheerily: "you're a vampire, and it seems you heal faster than most. Fascinating!"
Iorveth shoots Reginald a Look. Gale shuffles his feet, and clears his throat.
"Well! How about we all have some breakfast, eh?" ]