The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"One learns to survive. However one can." She shrugs a little, looking down at her glass. "I wish I had not had to... well, but I suppose it's no worse than what I am facing. Still. I hate to betray my friends."

[Claudia Emerison]

"You could have argued it," Claudia points out. "Pushed for something less..." She swallows thickly, looking faintly sick. "Less that."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I didn't want to seem partial to him, it puts him in more danger later on."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Huh? I mean, maybe, yeah, but it also shows that you won't protect him," Claudia says slowly, a shadow of regret and pain in her eyes. "He's got some shield thanks to the Matriarch via being married to you, but a lot of that vanishes if people think that you won't care."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Is that more dangerous than what the Matriarch will do if I annoy her with petty demands?"

[Claudia Emerison]

"Uh, maybe? But I mean, haggling over the punishment wouldn't be petty. Unless you were petty about how you went about it, I mean. Tena started real high, you could have pushed for less. Probably more than even weight-- uh, sorry, gnomish saying. Umm. Probably not just a broken arm like she got, but maybe both being broken? Or breaking his arm and not allowing him magical healing?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette hangs her head a moment, then nods. "I'll do better next time," she says quietly. A moment later, she asks, hesitantly, "would you help me? If I needed a favor?"

[Claudia Emerison]

"You did better than I do," Claudia says quietly, looking ashamed. And then a touch alarmed. "Uh, a favor? I-- probably? I-- I'm not all that... good, not really. And-- and I'm a coward. But, umm, I do..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It's a small thing," she says quickly. "I often have trouble sleeping. Could you get me a sedative? Something that will last the night and be easy on the stomach? I usually take a doble dose of Perforatum, but of course you may have different things down here."

[Claudia Emerison]

"We do, yeah. I've never even heard of Perfumatum or whatever, but yeah, we have--" She snorts, looking a touch amused. "Let's just say the drow have a very long and very rich tradition of poisons. It's been curbed since they came here, what with murder being a real crime now, but yeah. Abd I'm an alchemist, sorta. More a chemist but that's basically the same thing except that-- Sorry, rambling. How strong do you need it? I mean, how resistant are you to sedatives, as a rule?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Been taking them all my life, so a considerable bit. Thank you."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Hmm. Needs to be something strong but gentle... Oh! And something with that moves fast to the muscles and nervous system, out of the blood." Claudia gestures at Coquette's stomach, a wistful but concerned look in her eyes. "The placenta is a pretty good filter but still. Hmm. Do you have innate magical resistance? Or immunity to traditional poisons and the like?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Let's assume I do. There may be some transference from birthing two Outblooded; things that used to work fine now have a spotty chance."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Huh?" Claudia squints again; does she need to wear glasses but doesn't for some reason? "I don't think it works that way? I mean, I totally have stuff that would work on Outsiders or their descendants but--" She cuts off abruptly, eyes widening, then she coughs softly. "But I think I might have something that fits all of that and why not right?" she finishes in a slightly nervous rush.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...sure," says Coquette, slowly. "Thank you for the help."