Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

"I remember... some," Andreas put in quickly. "Flashes of, umm," he faltered, looking at Aveline with red creeping up his checks. The suli gave him a fondly exasperated look but indulges him by looking away. "Sex. But I remember multiple people?"

[GamesMaster]

"If you can give me names, I can check in, make sure they're alright," offers Miki kindly. Carver's arms tighten around Andreas a little. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Um. They weren't-- aren't-- catfolk?" He paled a little and swiftly added, "but what I can remember makes it really clear they were, uh, happy about, umm, being there? Like... I think..." A blush arose to combat the paleness brought about by nerves. "I think I got topped?"  he finished, looking mortified-- and absolutely not looking at anyone.

[GamesMaster]

"They don't have to be cats to be worth checking in on," says Miki firmly. "But I'm glad to hear you don't recall any problems. I'd still like those names."

[Andreas Amell]

"Oh. I didn't mean-- I just thought..." Andreas gestured at Aveline vaguely. Though, then again, maybe... "Right, sorry. Umm. Sorry, I just... I don't want to get them in trouble or anything." Feeling his aunt's gaze slide onto him, Andreas coughed awkwardly. "Not that they should be in trouble!"

"Dreas."

The catboy wilted, ears going flat. Yeah, okay, I wouldn't buy that either. "I'm not sure if they technically own the place they live at," he admitted in a low voice. 

[Carver Amell]

"Was this place licensed?" asks Carver, it not being immediately apparent what he means. He gives Andreas a meaningful look, pulling back to do so, and suddenly his meaning is clear: a brothel. He thinks Andreas shacked up in a brothel. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Huh? Oh! No. I mean no to-- they're artists, not-- like painting and sculpting and stage dancing, not--" Andreas was bright red as he babbled.

[Carver Amell]

"It's fine, kiddo. I know a lot of artists turn tricks on the side." He strokes Andreas' hair gently. "Why don't we take you home and put you to bed? Let you rest for a bit?"

[GamesMaster]

"I'm afraid I must insist Andreas answer one particular question before he leaves this room," says Miki apologetically. "If you're going to involve outside authorities -- and it seems you will -- I need to know he's not planning on claiming Tribal membership and letting our justice system weigh the case."

[Aveline Vallen]

At Andreas's desperate, overwhelmed, look, Aveline cleared her throat. "For right now, I'm here in the capacity of Andrea's family foremost, and a paladin of Vangal second. I'm off duty right now, and biased enough that the conflict of interests absolutely bars me from handling this as a guard. With all that in mind, I'd like it if we could hold off on any major decisions until he has a chance to get some rest and stop panicking."

[GamesMaster]

"Alright," sighs Miki. "But the moment any guardsman other than you gets word, my offer vanishes, you understand? It's Tribe justice or Nyran justice, not both."

[Aveline Vallen]

Aveline studied Miki for a moment, then nodded. "As long as none outside the Tribe were harmed," she agreed. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Thank you," Andreas added in a whisper, though it's not clear to whom. Or, for that matter, if it was to all of them. 

Speaking up for the first time since Aveline and Carver had arrived, Cadmus suggested, "perhaps, given circumstances, it would be best for Andreas to rest at Keeper Miki's home?"

[GamesMaster]

"Or at the temple," suggests Miki. "We house children there when there's no-one to claim them. You're welcome either way."

[Andreas Amell]

"I..." Andreas trailed off, not really able to come up any sort of preference other than 'sleep' and 'quiet.'