Tales of a Child Eternal [NSFW]

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran gently pokes Helene in the forehead. "You're being a bit silly, love," he says gently. "Take a deep breath."

[Helene Dakesh]

"Th-this one is not being silly!" Tears prick at the corners of their eyes. "This is of vital importance! Explain to them, Dogsbody!"

[Tethras Clan]

"You are being silly about me not wanting to be with you," Zervan clarifies with a wince. "I am sorry if I... I did not mean to... diminish the importance of your past lives."

[Avato (Patchwork Bloke)]

"Ah... if it is of relevance, I can attest that none of the information I have is... urgent?" the eidolon-that-was-once-Avanti's offers weakly. "I have trouble remembering things, focusing, so I keep a task list now. Dakesh suggested it. Before. There's nothing urgent on it, aside from finding The-One-That-Was-Once-Dekesh." A beat. "Who is you. So. Done."

[Helene Dakesh]

"What else is on this list?" asks Helene, turning toward Patchwork. 

[Avato (Patchwork Bloke)]

"Ah... a reminder of which cache I'm heading to next, a list of names to ask about, the addresses of Seekers in Draslina, Nyra and Alessia I can write to in case I get confused, and... ah, and the address for a merchant here in Nyra that I'm bringing a parcel to. I do not need food but travel still has expenses," he says with a sigh.

[Helene Dakesh]

"Do you have... a list of caches?" Helene's voice drops to a whisper, naked hope in their eyes. 

[Avato (Patchwork Bloke)]

"Ah, no? Well, I mean, I have a map," he clarifies. "About twenty or so of them. Dakesh was... well, he called it 'well prepared and organized, with a gift for foresight.' I suspect he is somewhat biased on the matter, however."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene stares at Patchwork, eyes wide and shining. After a moment, they attempt to speak, but all that comes out is a high-pitched... squeal? Squeak?

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran sighs a little, then kneels in front of Helene. "Helene, who was the founder of the Magistrix Scholar Archive and Lecture Hall? And when?"

[Helene Dakesh]

"High Prince Kuronue," she rattles instantly. "Precisely one hundred fifteen years and thirty seven days ago." 

[Tethras Clan]

"Right you are," I assume. "And what is the fourteenth, ah, catechism of Alydra?"

[Helene Dakesh]

They blink at him owlishly. "There are only twelve. Those who say there are seventeen are entirely heretics and liars." 

[Tethras Clan]

Oh. "...very good then," he says with a cough. "You evaded my trick question. How about... your favorite flavor of tea?"

[Helene Dakesh]

"Alessan Breakfast," they reply automatically. "This one's mental faculties are quite in order."