The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"..that was Varisia's pet name for us. Her little bitch."

[Zevran]

"Such a delight, that one!" Zevran says brightly.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It was a little kinder in context. She started with she-wolf, but eventually settled on 'bitch' as the word for it in Common."

[Zevran]

"Nope!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yeah, I hate her too. But Noire wanted me to be fair."

[Zevran]

Cedric is rewarded with a warm smile for his honesty. "Is she-- That is, you mentioned before that she does not... ah, come out and speak often. But is it-- would it be harmful for me to met her? If only to... Well, if she is the part of you that holds your pain, perhaps being comforted and... petted or fussed over, would perhaps help?" He shrugs a little, not sure how to put what he's thinking into words.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric hesitates. "She isn't.... she isn't... well. She's not an adult. She's not... capable of... really understanding what's going on. She's trapped in her pain."

[Zevran]

Thankfully Zevran seems to understand. "She has been reduced from a person by pain and loss, made not a child or animal, but some piteous being 'twixt those and wholeness. If so, then--" He breaks off, frowning, then grimances. "Well, if she were a nor-- typical being, mortal rather, I would have some practice with coaxing them into returning to something closer to whole. But I do not know how your, ah, being a system and she a, an alter, might be different. Still, if you are willing, as her family, so to speak, then I would like to help. To try."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric frowns, turning that over. "Well.... yes. But also, no. She is literally a child. A child who has been broken down in that way that you specify. Or, a child that exists to hold the part of the system that has been broken. Or... something. I am not certain if she can be mended. If that would mean mending us in some symbolic fashion, or if it would mean removing her entirely from the system. Or transforming her into something else."

[Zevran]

Zevran stares a moment, nonplussed by the explanation. And indeed, the entire idea of all of this. "I see. Mostly," he admits. "I mean, I have heard people speak if things like 'indulging their inner child' or the like, but this seems-- No, this is well beyond such. Regardless, mendable or simply her nature, I would at least like to try and offer her comfort and help. Not now, of course, and perhaps not soon; it might be wiser to focus on the, ah, more mature aspects-- alters rather-- first."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You have to remember, while we are in this body, we are not how you see us. Only Cindy identifies with how this body looks. So when Noire says, for example, that she is pureblood Drow, or when Little Bitch is a child... it is literal truth to us, and it is confusing to be in this stranger's body."

[Zevran]

That is indeed going to take some getting used to, Zevran admits to himself. "And yourself?" he asks, noting well the lack.

[Coquette Blacquin]

He gives a pitying smile. "I'm a man."

[Zevran]

"You do have many tells common to human and merikos elf men," Zevran notes thoughtfully, nodding. "Given that, I assume your race is as the body then?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes. Perhaps a slightly different mix, but mostly the same."