Ghost Story

[Marian Hawke]

"Left it in the woodshed on accident. I thought about getting it but I'm not much good with it yet. Not enough to be worth showing myself."

[Varric]

Varric clicks his tongue in mild reproach as he moves towards the coldbox. "Did you eat?" That's his fussy voice, which means her answer will only affect how much food he's going to push on her right now.

[Marian Hawke]

"No." She takes a deep breath. "They told me you were arrested."

[Varric]

Varric clicks again as he pulls out a few trays of casseroles. "Yeah, but-- wait, they told you? They talked to you?"

[Marian Hawke]

"They shouted a lot of things at the house once they figured out where Marc was hiding."

[Varric]

"So they didn't see you? They don't know about you?" he demands, slowly relaxing.

[Marian Hawke]

"No, I stayed hidden inside. But Marc knows, and he's sure to tell his mother."

[Varric]

"She met you earlier, remember?" he says gently, stoking the oven and putting the dishes in. 

[Marian Hawke]

"So it's hardly a secret anymore."

[Varric]

"I did save Marc's life, they might not say anything," he points out, turning to face her. "I plan to sneak into town tomorrow and leave some coin and letters of introduction and sponsorship to a school in Nyra. He's got an innate magical talent, almost the mirror of your own. Fire."

[Marian Hawke]

"Sneak?"

[Varric]

"House arrest."

[Marian Hawke]

Emma nods, her hands shaking a little. "So... so it's okay? Everything's okay?"

[Varric]

"I demanded a justicar's ruling, with a Truthing for all involved. I'll be fine," he assures her as he moves around the kitchen. "More worried about Rhea."

[Marian Hawke]

"You're not worried about more truths coming out than you mean to say?"