Tales of a Child Eternal [NSFW]

[Tethras Clan]

"Public speaking is... a very specialized skill set. How about writing? Not just a paper, but a full book?"

[Helene Dakesh]

"This one has not considered such. What would this one write? This one primarily compiles knowledge that is already known."

[Tethras Clan]

"Which isn't a bad thing," Varric points out, then tilts his head. "Actually... I've started putting together a... biography of Hawke but I have an awful lot on my plate. Interested in maybe co-writing to start?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods slowly. "This one can assist. This one will try."

[Tethras Clan]

"It'll be a good way to see if that sort of thing is something you like doing," Varric says with a grin. "And... give you a plan for what to do and say, a topic to reach for, while you interact with people. Maybe help you... get to know some of the others in the Clan a bit better."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods. "That would... be nice," they admit. 

[Tethras Clan]

"And... actually, that ties in with our other new project- the Clan Primer," Varric notes, tone warming a bit as he starts getting into the idea. "We can interview people about their stories in connection to Hawke, get stories about them and compile a list of the various rules, boundaries and expectations all that the same time."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods. "This one will begin on this project tomorrow."

[Tethras Clan]

"Good to be working with you, partner," Varric says brightly, letting go of their hand only to offer it for a handshake.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene smiles shyly, shaking his hand. "Good to be working with you as well."

[Helene Dakesh]

Events occurring Winhyt 12, evening

Helen has a lot to think about as they walk home from Hawke's. They had known that there was a plot involving a demon-or-devil, but to find out for sure that it was a Lilin-or-Succubus... that the tattoos on the bodyguard matched Zevran's... that their scrying had been unable to resolve the whole affair... that Coquette's father and sister and mother were likely involved... These were things that unnerved and unsettled them far more than they'd like to admit. 

Being called a "cute girlie" didn't help. 

They made their way into voice, asking T to send word that they wished to see Madam Zevvy as they headed to their  own little space, carrying three meat pies in a basket with a bottle of wine. There, they put the food down on a desk, patted Avato on the head, and made space for themself to just be sad and scared for a while, curling up in their bed around an ever-dampening pillow, shivering a bit.

He'll be here any moment. You should rise, they told themself, firmly, then promptly disregarded their own advice, remaining still and quiet. 

[Avato (Patchwork Bloke)]

Moving quietly, Avato slinks over to the bed and carefully reaches for their hand, offering what comfort he could.

[Tethras Clan]

When Zevvy slips into the room, the cheery greeting on his lips dies without a whimper. Face grave, he slips over to the bed and takes a seat. "Mon sage Cherie?" he asks gently.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene wipes at their eyes, sitting up with a small smile. "Madam Zevvy."

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran pulls out a soft cotton fabric square and offers it to them. "Talk to me?" Zevvy asks softly.