The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

[NPCs]

Dog stares blankly for a moment, then slowly turns to stare at Carver. His lips peel back slightly, just enough to show about half of his five inch long fangs.

[Tethras Clan]

~Hey, Carver's been spot on for politeness,~ Varric protests.

[Carver Amell]

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters. "Is Zevran more to your liking, your highness? Because you don't have many options here. It's not like Isabela's in any shape to look you over." 

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

"I can look after my own self," she snaps. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran rolls his eyes. "You can't wrap your own ribs. And I assure, you, I care nothing for what you have under your shirt. For one, I still feel like someone has ripped out a third of my libedo along with my gumption, moxie, and give a fuck. Two, I just brutally shattered and crushed two bodies, one of them wearing the face of the most pure and accepting soul I have ever know, the other the most steadfast and righteous. And then set them on fire. Finally, you're, what, sixteen? Pssh, come back when you finished ripening."

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

Her expression darkens. "Hasn't stopped people before."

[Carver Amell]

Carver rolls his eyes. "Look. You know you need the help. Your dog will be right there. and--"

He pauses then, frowning, hearing a noise outside.

"And I'll be checking the perimeter. So if you want me out of the way, now's your best bet." That said, he heads for the door, pausing to lay out the first aid kit before he leaves.

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

T scowls at the kit, warring with herself. Finally, she turns her back to Zevran and begins to lift her shirt, wincing at how much it hurts to raise her arms. And it's no surprise why -- her ribcage is mottled with deep bruising, deeper on the side she's been favoring, suggesting a cracked rib or two. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Well that looks exceedingly painful," Zevran comments lightly. "Doesn't look like it broke skin, lucky there, so just a wrap for now. Bright Lelldorin can likely do a better job of things once we're back." Suiting deed to word, he quickly grabs a roll of bandages and gets to work. He's no real healer, but 'wrap it tight but not too tight' isn't that hard. As he works, Zevran is highly cognizant of the three thousand or so pounds of magical canine breathing light on the back of his neck.

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

T only stiffens when his hand gets too near her brestband, but she lets him work, silent. When he's done, she pulls her shirt back on rapidly, wincing as she does. "Thanks," she grumbles. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran inclines his head slightly. "Surprisingly, you were not the worst person I've had to treat," the merikos drow remarks.

[NPCs]

Dog nudges him out of the way so he can give T a few sniffs, then licks her cheek.

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

She rests her arm on Dog, seeming a bit more relaxed now that that's over. "No? You expected I would be?" 

[Tethras Clan]

"Yes," Zevran says baldly. "You clearly take after your bonded- snarling and growling at people in the normal course of things, much less when you're injured."

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

She bristles. "He's a good boy," she snaps. "Better than me."