The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

~...just before I moved here.~

[NPCs]

~Do they happen often?~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~yes, ma'am.~

[NPCs]

Sounding a bit more worried now, Seli asks, ~have you spoken with a healer about this yet?~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~No, ma'am. I have been instructed not to talk to a healer or a mind healer about it.~

[NPCs]

~Oh? Who told you that?~ Still gently sent, but there's a firmness, a determination present now. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

~...it's a secret.~ 

[NPCs]

~From whom?~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~Everyone. She doesn't like me talking about her.~

Which is around the time Cindy wonders what Sweetheart's up to. The sense of horror flooding Sweetheart makes her curl into a ball. ~I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry~

[NPCs]

~Shhh, shhh,~ Seline croons gently. ~It's alright, sweetie, it's alright. Do you feel safe right now?~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~not safe, not ever.~ 

[NPCs]

~Coquette, do you need to leave the Enclave?~

[Coquette Blacquin]

There's a long few seconds before her voice comes back, more firm this time, less shaky. ~No. I'm just having a bad day. I'm sorry to have worried you.~

[NPCs]

~Did someone else just come in?~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~No. I took a moment to compose myself.~