[ Iorveth is used to bossing people around. He was the de facto leader of his freedom-fighting guerilla group after Isengrim left, and he can still shift into that role when he feels he needs to make an executive decision (about letting Astarion make executive decisions). Right now, he's prioritizing finishing breakfast and moving swiftly on to testing the cloaks in their packs; depending on the results of their test, he'll stay inside with Astarion and hold him through his disappointment and let the others figure Damris out, or...
...he hasn't actually thought about what would happen if they succeeded. Call it cynical of him, or call it a desire to let Astarion dictate what he does with his freedom. True freedom.
Finishing up the contents of his plate (and finishing up the contents of what would have been a second and third person's plates), he huffs a laugh under his breath. ]
So you say. You'd pout if I were stern with you.
[ Literally ignoring everyone else at the table to coddle Astarion a bit and press his lips lightly against Astarion's temple. Damris gags. ]
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...he hasn't actually thought about what would happen if they succeeded. Call it cynical of him, or call it a desire to let Astarion dictate what he does with his freedom. True freedom.
Finishing up the contents of his plate (and finishing up the contents of what would have been a second and third person's plates), he huffs a laugh under his breath. ]
So you say. You'd pout if I were stern with you.
[ Literally ignoring everyone else at the table to coddle Astarion a bit and press his lips lightly against Astarion's temple. Damris gags. ]
―I'll finish in a moment. Are you ready?