The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

Zevran raises a hand. "What is... 'fudge?'" he asks curiously.

[GamesMaster]

Amandine stares. "The next thing I will have you taste," she says finally, after a moment. 

[Zevran]

Zevran ducks his head, an almost shy smile forming briefly. "I would very likely enjoy that, thank you," he murmurs. 

[GamesMaster]

"Oh, you will," she says ominously. 

[Isabela]

"Right, anyway," says Isabela. "Did you need more information?"

[GamesMaster]

"Is there more?"

[Zevran]

Zevran considers the question for a moment, humming thoughtfully, then shakes his head. "I'd be willing to offer my opinion if you come up with variations like the fruit or what have you, but nothing comes to mind about this batch. Well." He glances at his fingers, rubbing them together. "They're a bit messy, so offering a napkin or the like when you serve them is likely wise for most diners." He then locks eyes with Isabela once more and slowly starts to suck the chocolate off.

[Isabela]

Isabela licks her lips, watching him intently, as Amandine makes another note in her notebook. "Good, good. Now. You spoke of wishing for healing?"

[Zevran]

"Hmmm?" Zevran wrenches his attention from Isabela with effort, then nods. Expression growing more serious, he explains, "for two of our..." He hesitates but only briefly, a hint of awed smile surfacing. "Of our family were... very badly hurt. Mind, body and soul." He swallows. "I do not-- neither mundane healing nor adventurer cures have proven sufficient. Helpful, in many respects, even life-preserving, but... 

[GamesMaster]

"Aah." Amandine nods. "I am not... I have some skill in healing, as do all us Daughters, but you may need a boon from my Father if the damage is bad enough. Or were you seeking fleshcrafting? My Sister can aid with that. And another of my Sisters can aid with a damaged soul. But to do all at once.... you may be best with my Father."

[Zevran]

"Sorry, flesh... crafting?" His says the word not like he did with brownie or fudge, as if speaking of a new thing, but as if he knows it, knows it well, and is waiting to be either furious or terrified upon confirmation. Possibly both.

[GamesMaster]

"Yes?" she asks, hesitantly. "My sister Dau is an expert in shaping and reshaping bodies."

[Zevran]

"For... healing," he says carefully, the words sounding less like he's seeking confirmation than reminding himself of something.

[GamesMaster]

"Is there some difficulty?" she asks, frowning a little. 

[Zevran]

Zevran shakes his head, gaze lowered and breathing carefully even. "I am-- I was-- Before, I--" He goes silent, voice strangling in his throat as a deluge of emotion overwhelms him unexpectedly. Wordless, he gestures vaguely at Isabela, waving her at the Daughter.