The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

[NPCs]

Dog grunts loudly, giving T another lick. stop saying bad things about yourself his eyes say to T in that strange meaning-without-words way foo dogs have.

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

"'strue," she mumbles. 

[Carver Amell]

The door opens again; three mabari and a wolf trot in, happy as you please, tails wagging with delight. Carver follows after with a rueful grin. "Look who led the pack home," he says, patting Hunter. 

[NPCs]

Dog grunts softly as he stares at T intently.  you are a silly pup and better than you let yourself see

[Tethras Clan]

~Hunter's pretty clever, leading Loup and Silence back here when he couldn't find you,~ Varric comments as they enter.

"Silence," Zevran says with relief, taking a knee so he can give the distraught mabari a hug.

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

T's reaction is more violent: she throws herself across the room, kneeling to wrap her arms around Loup and bury her nose in the wolf's fur. She doesn't quite manage to suppress a shudder as she embraces the canine, relief radiating from the lines of her small body. 

[Carver Amell]

"Yeah, he's a good dog," agrees Carver aloud, fondling Hunter's ears. 

[GamesMaster]

After a short rest, they pick themselves back up and make their way back toward Lelldorin's sanctuara, Isabela riding on Dog once more. It's a good thing, too; as it starts to grow dark, they have to fight off more and more undead as they travel. When they arrive, they're greeted by a catfolk wearing a tattered waistcoat and what were clearly nice trousers before they were stained in blood and mud; he presses mugs into the hands of those injured and demands they drink, turning his brilliant green eyes on them just long enough to see that they do. Whatever his concoctions are made of, they do the trick; they're not potions, not quite, but they heal T's ribs and Zevran's ankle just the same.

The catfolk shakes his head after peering at Isabela, however. "Nothing I can do for her. She needs rest." He turns to go, then, carrying the mugs toward the sink to wash them along with the heap of glassware already there. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Thank you," Zevran says simply, slipping an arm under Isabela's to help her further into the room. "Do-" Silence chuffs softly to get his attention, then slips away. What has her attention? Looks like she's after someone's scent...

[Isabela]

Isabela pulls free. "Go, I'll be fine." 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran pulls a smirk, then sweeps Isabela into a bridal carry. "And leave me Captain adrift? Bah! Me ankles all shivered timbers now, I can carry you," he says brightly as he follows after Silence.

[Isabela]

She gives a weak laugh. "Aye, she be seaworthy," she teases. 

[Helene Dakesh]

As they draw near, one of the short figures turns and gives a relieved smile. "You survived! This one was concerned." 

[Tethras Clan]

"A bit banged up, a bit... worn down, but yes. I'm pleased to see...that one made it back as well," Zevran replies. "You one?"

[Helene Dakesh]

"'You' suffices," they say with a faint blush. "This one became separated from the others. This one was unsure if the correct protocol was to search or to return to the last known point of safety."