Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Varric]

"No need, I'm a healer," Varric informs the orderly, moving to go inside without waiting.

[GamesMaster]

The woman puts her arm out to stop him. "Sir, if you could take a step back-- she's not likely to be up for visitors without her medication. Didn't they tell you up front?"

[Varric]

"Of course- and I explained to them and they agreed that I can handle her myself," Varric says patiently... even as he signals Zevran to get ready to 'disable' the orderly if she argues again.

[GamesMaster]

She frowns, not liking this answer. "Sir, at least let me check if she's in a violent mood today. We wouldn't want you to come to harm. After all, it's good for them to get visitors, especially the incurables. We want to ensure you feel safe returning."

[Varric]

"...suppose that's fair," Varric allows, letting her step in. If she goes for any kind of drug, she goes down (easier when she's out of the hallway anyway).

[GamesMaster]

The woman knocks as she enters. "Liz! You have visitors!" she says, in an aggressively cheery voice. 

A low moan is the response, one that doesn't stop for several long seconds.

"Are you feeling up for visitors today, Liz?" she asks, when the moaning dies down.

There's a whimpering noise. 

"Alright, I'll let them in." She turns, nodding to Varric that he can enter as she heads for the bed in the center of the room. The walls are padded here, too, but the small window is covered in red paper; there are shackles, but they're not in use at the moment. Instead, she's wearing a garment with sleeves that cover her hands, preventing her from scratching at herself; there's cloth dangling from them that can be tied to hooks in the back if need be, to restrain her without the shackles. A bit like the one Cindy had hangs from a bedpost, ready to be used, but she doesn't have it in at the moment. Her hair is disheveled, but she's clean, at least, and there's a chamber pot for her use, implying she doesn't spend a lot of time chained to the bed. She looks up at them, eyes wide in terror, her tattoos fully visible on her face, along with the holes where her piercings would be if she weren't in a facility. 

She moans, again, looking away, rocking back and forth on the bed, her arms wrapped around herself.

[Tethras Clan]

"Thank you miss," Zevran says brightly, offering a smile as the three slip inside.

[Varric]

Varric is in the lead, careful to move slow and openly. "Hey... Liz," the dwarf says softly. "Got some serious bed-head going on there," he adds, voice a touch tight.

[Marian Hawke]

She shudders, closing her eyes, continuing to rock.

"Sounds like someone's nonverbal today," says the orderly, still relentlessly cheery. "Don't worry, this is normal in someone with her level of functionality. She can understand you, even if she can't speak. We've actually rehabilitated several cases of dream-taken who were nonverbal, though this case is unlikely to be selected for that program."

[Varric]

"My fiance is... dream-taken, I'm aware of how to help them, thank you," Varric says coldly, fixing the orderly with a blood-chilling glare. 'You can go."

[GamesMaster]

"I'm afraid I can't," says the woman with a sunny smile. "Safety regulations."

[Varric]

"Zev."

[Tethras Clan]

"Spider!" Zevran cries out even as he clouts the orderly on the head with the rope he's still carrying around.

[Varric]

"Thanks." Moving towards Liz, Varric kneels just to the side where he can watch her out of the corner of his eye. Voice low and monotone, he asks, "Do you want it darker?"

[Marian Hawke]

She shakes her head, swallowing hard.