Tales of a Child Eternal [NSFW]

[Tethras Clan]

"Thatta Seeker," Varric says softly. "Always gotta account for the variables. Just... remember you can talk it over with people, alright?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods, then gets to their feet.

"This one... this one will not be accepting Beinn Varric's invitation for supper. This one apologizes, but this one needs time alone to think."

[Avato (Patchwork Bloke)]

Avato coughs lightly. "Shall I take the invitation in your stead, Seeker?" Should I absent myself as well or...? In a strange way, he's not sure what he wants the answer to be. Is he a person to Helene or can he stay with them?

[Helene Dakesh]

"If you like. This one would not mind your presence, but this one understands."

[Avato (Patchwork Bloke)]

"Ah! Well, if you don't mind me about, I'll just come home. Ah, to Voice I mean to say. Very good then," Avato says awkwardly. "Shall we then Seeker?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods. "Home," they agree, their voice soft, gentle. Home.


Funny thing about living at a brothel: when you wake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, calling out for someone, it's the middle of the afternoon to most of the building. Helene pulls on a fluffy robe, heading up to find some water, only to be reminded again that everyone in the building is awake. That they could have comfort if they wanted it. If they're only bold enough to seek it out. 

Water obtained, they head back to their rooms -- but not before asking Avato if he can figure out if Zevran is available and, if so, send him to Helene.

[Tethras Clan]

While slightly hurt at being sent for help instead of being able to help, Avato is glad to do so. Just as Zevran is glad to come as requested, slowing only a single moment to grab a pot of tea and some honey drizzled fruit. "Helene?" He asks softly as he cracks the door open.

[Helene Dakesh]

"Come in!" 

Helene, as it turns out, is carefully laying books on top of clothes in a suitcase. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran feels his heart seize for a moment, then he forces the smile to slip back onto his face. "Something amiss, ma bon sage?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods, sitting back on their heels, looking up at him. "Nightmares," they say softly. "This one thought maybe we could read and cuddle?"

[Tethras Clan]

"...will that be before or after you finish packing?" Zevran asks gamely, trying to not sound hurt or worried. He ambles into the room, setting the tray down on the table nearest the bed.

[Helene Dakesh]

"The packing isn't urgent," they admit, looking down at the suitcase. "This one simply felt better for having made the decision."

[Tethras Clan]

"And might this humble self know which decision that is?" Zevran asks, tilting his head to the side.

[Helene Dakesh]

"This one cannot risk their health. This one will return to Drasslina for treatment."

[Tethras Clan]

"I- what?" Zevran blurts out, his facade cracking badly. "Drasslina?"