Tales of a Child Eternal [NSFW]

[Tethras Clan]

"And are you a touch calmer?" he asks gently, leaning forward to peck their forehead with a quick kiss. "You were getting a bit... wound."

[Avato (Patchwork Bloke)]

The unfettered eidolon watches all this with unblinking eyes, taking careful note of how Zevran goes about helping the reincarnation of his mistress.

[Helene Dakesh]

"This one is not wound, this one is... I am merely... excited at the prospect of discovering more of my past."

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran gives them a dubious look. "You were about to start reading an entire library in a dank, recently flooded with sewer water filled cave in the Undercity with nothing more than last night's tea and trail rations in your stomach. You were perhaps not wound up, I will allow you, but you were... a trifle over-focused." He smiles crookedly. "Not exactly a state I am unfamiliar with, in myself or in others of our Clan."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene bites their lip, looking down for a moment. After a brief pause, they look up, frowning slightly. "If there was a magical library that might tell you about Hawke and her history with devils and what she had done the day she went missing, after she spoke with Varric, how much would you care about the damp or the risk of flooding?"

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran goes very still. "That... is not an equal... you are merely guessing that something of that import is in the scrolls." He takes a deep breath. "Especially given that our patchwork friend over there had just said there is not anything urgent within them."

[Avato (Patchwork Bloke)]

"..patchwork?" is the startled response. "I am uncertain as to your meaning?"

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran waves that off. "Just- your form is cobbled together from various animal and- my apologies for any insult, I am... somewhat stressed."

[Helene Dakesh]

"They have firsthand accounts of Dakesh! That is always of vital import! This is-- nothing is more important to me than finding out who I am! Except Alydra!"

[Tethras Clan]

"Helene... Dakesh is who you were, once. He is not you," Zevran says softly.

[Avato (Patchwork Bloke)]

"He... is not wrong," the patchwork being says sadly. "Dakesh was... not my lady, my other half. He was... close, in some ways, but so very different in others."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene closes their eyes, shoulders slumping. "I-- I know. But... I can... sometimes, I like to pretend."

They take a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. "Let's get this all packed up, then. I can read the journals at Voice."

[Tethras Clan]

"Thank you, my love," Zevran murmurs, kissing them briefly before rising to his feet. "Ah... Dogsbody-"

[Avato (Patchwork Bloke)]

"Ah, if- if it would not be too much trouble... perhaps..." The unfettered hesitates, looking awkward and shy all of a sudden. "Never mind, sorry- you were saying?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene frowns. "Do you not like that term of address? All creatures have a right to self-determination."