The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Is there a reason you're so rude as to wish to chase me away mere minutes after I have awoken?"

[Zevran]

Because you remind me far too much of Varisia. "I am worried about Cedric," Zevran hisses, hand trembling in his lap. "He sounded--" He breaks off, swallowing. "He sounded like he was saying goodbye."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Well I can neither say whether he was nor wasn't, but he's perfectly fine now." She scowls. "Men. Always so concerned with themselves, never with their wives. You haven't even asked me how I've slept or whether I'm hungry. I am, by the way, and I slept fine."

[Zevran]

Zevran growls softly, hand flexing slightly, but nods curtly. "You are correct, I did not. I was rather distracted by... a few things, but I still should have asked. There is food there, on your beside. I'm afraid we're on ship's rations, so it's just some dried fruit, hard honey-tack biscuits and chilled oatmeal porridge. There's tea there as well; I'd suggest pouring out some to soak the biscuits in."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Thank you," she says primly. "I won't lie and say that sounds lovely, but I understand you have nothing better to offer at this time and so I won't complain overmuch." She sits up, settling herself as she reaches for the bowl of porridge. 

[Zevran]

"Regrettably so; the crew supplement their food stocks with bird and winged beast, but..." He trails off, not needing to remind her that she doesn't eat meat after all. "You truly remember nothing of what has occured in the last three days or so?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I have said I do not. Why do you persist in questioning my word?"

[Zevran]

"Shock at it having happened," Zevran replies honestly. "And hope that it might come back if I keep asking, because I am not so brave that I am-- that I can tell you what occurred without terror and nausea."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I see." She swallows a spoonful of porridge, eating daintily. "And what is our current destination?"

[Zevran]

So... Cedric is protective and as martyr-like as any Bright's paladin. Xyrrm is an asshole. Little... Little B is raw pain, Cindy is, presumably, the compassionate-- ah, she's the Astean slash Cirenite and Noire is the prim and pain-in-the-ass noblewoman. Lovely. "Immediately, we're making a brief stop this afternoon at a small shipping port to resupply. Our actual goal is Raplin's Oak, a druidic village where Isabela has some contacts and knows of a very powerful, very skilled, healer."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"A... healer?" she says, hesitantly. "Is someone injured? Are the girls alright?"

[Zevran]

"Ahhh." Zevran shifts awkwardly, gaze darting around the room before landing on the cat still puddled next to him. He lifts her up, taking the resulting swipe of claws as the cost of doing business so to speak, and cuddles her in his lap. "Well. For one, you've been running a fever for the last three days that refuted abeyance even from magical healing. You seem much recovered but still, best to be safe with such things, no?" He pauses there, clearly stalling, as he pets Justina.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Her voice goes cold as her gut churns. "Zevran. Tell me my daughters are alright."

[Zevran]

Zevran's head comes up, eyes wide and open for a second. "Fu-- My apolog-- yes! I- That is, as of four days ago and I've no reason whatsoever to think otherwise," he says rapidly. "They-- they were not involved in, ah, in what occurred to... cause all this trouble, strife and pain."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She sags just a little, into her normally good posture rather than being too tense, too stiff. "Thank you," she says, still formally but softer now. "I know Varisia is unlikely to harm them. Conniving, scheming bitch though she might be, she has a soft place in her for the girls."