[ Astarion visibly relaxes. It isn't that he thought Iorveth would make him tell the others, not with how much he goes on about freedom and choice, but it's a relief to get confirmation anyway. He crawls back under the covers, because he really is tired after everything that happened in the past few days; getting stabbed, getting hit with lightning, talking about his feelings. All equally exhausting.
As he presses his head against the pillow, he breathes in the clean scent of sandalwood. He really has lost the plot if he's sniffing Iorveth's pillow. ]
How we plan to commit familicide can wait until tomorrow, I think. I'm sure you're tired, after everything.
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As he presses his head against the pillow, he breathes in the clean scent of sandalwood. He really has lost the plot if he's sniffing Iorveth's pillow. ]
How we plan to commit familicide can wait until tomorrow, I think. I'm sure you're tired, after everything.