"No, I don't mind," Jedao agrees, and he makes another soft squirming noise in his throat when Astarion touches his raw skin, but he still leans into it. He doesn't really need the support, slightly wobbly or not, but he does need the touch, needs to feel grounded and wanted while he's exposed in multiple ways.

On the couch, he sits in the middle, on his side, one leg tucked under him, giving Astarion the choice to sit facing him, or behind him with continued access to his back.