[ Iorveth only really half-remembers this woman. In contrast to her sparkling recognition, he has to make a concerted to pull up memories of encountering the drow while Lae'zel was busy speaking to Moonrise's quartermaster: he recalls grudgingly giving the drow his blood so as not to rouse unnecessary suspicion, and also refusing to let Astarion bite her because she was being incredibly weird about it.
Iorveth didn't even particularly care for Astarion, back then. Now, when Araj says your vampire as if he's a kept little thing to be paraded, Iorveth recalls his gut instinct about this drow woman and pulls his expression into a sharp glower. ]
And how fortuitous for you that fate let you live this long.
[ If this woman is at all linked to the disappearances around here― and, if he's being honest with himself, even if she isn't― her luck's run out. It's meant to be a warning, but Araj hardly seems to register it as such, beaming her effusiveness onto the pair while murmuring a quick spell to heal the worst of her burns.
"Fate smiles on true genius. After all―" Her tongue darts out of her mouth, licking at her lips as her gaze slides to Astarion. "―It brought you two to me when I wanted you the most."
Absolutely disgusting. Iorveth subtly tenses against Astarion's side, but keeps his kneejerk revulsion to that invisible reaction. ]
...You needn't stay, [ he murmurs against Astarion's ear. The still-smouldering building is the red-marked spot on the map, but Iorveth can appreciate Astarion wanting to put as much distance between this woman and himself as possible. ]
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Iorveth didn't even particularly care for Astarion, back then. Now, when Araj says your vampire as if he's a kept little thing to be paraded, Iorveth recalls his gut instinct about this drow woman and pulls his expression into a sharp glower. ]
And how fortuitous for you that fate let you live this long.
[ If this woman is at all linked to the disappearances around here― and, if he's being honest with himself, even if she isn't― her luck's run out. It's meant to be a warning, but Araj hardly seems to register it as such, beaming her effusiveness onto the pair while murmuring a quick spell to heal the worst of her burns.
"Fate smiles on true genius. After all―" Her tongue darts out of her mouth, licking at her lips as her gaze slides to Astarion. "―It brought you two to me when I wanted you the most."
Absolutely disgusting. Iorveth subtly tenses against Astarion's side, but keeps his kneejerk revulsion to that invisible reaction. ]
...You needn't stay, [ he murmurs against Astarion's ear. The still-smouldering building is the red-marked spot on the map, but Iorveth can appreciate Astarion wanting to put as much distance between this woman and himself as possible. ]