Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Isabela]

"Thanks," she sighs, relieved. She strokes the man's brow, gently. "He's likely to wake, if you've gotten enough. Might want to give him space."

[Tethras Clan]

"Au contraire, I would never object to sharing a bed with not one but three ladies," Zevran says weakly, his eyes still closed.

[Bethany]

Bethany starts, hand coming up to her throat subconsciously. "Umm. G-good morning? Afternoon?"

[Isabela]

"Good," says Isabela, relief evident. A moment later, her normal smile is back in place. "You must have been surprised, I expect better from my first mate than that. I had to fetch a healer and everything. I'll debrief you later -- are you still hurt? Or just filthy?"

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran finally cracks an eye open to peer at them. Voice dazed and a little thick, he replies, "I do not mean to disappoint, but you shall be far from the first I've mated with. Well, practiced I suppose. Spar sex... sex spar... sprex..."

[Bethany]

Swallowing back a chuckle, Bethany clears her throat. "Ah, I think he has a mild concussion. He's not going to be entirely coherent for a bit yet. Do you still hurt anyone in particular, Zevran?" The ex-slave's eye closed and he shakes his head slightly.

[Isabela]

Isabela laughs. "Old joke. He knows well I'm far from a blushing virgin, as the lovely Brianne can attest."

Brianne, pressed back against the door, nods once. 

Isabela glances at her only briefly, turning her attention back to Zevran. "But the first mate on my crew, he is. And I take care of my own. How long before it's safe to move him? We can't stay here if there's this kind of danger, not while he's recovering."

[Tethras Clan]

"Can't 'eve," Zevran mumbles, evidently still paying attention. "Wards."

[Bethany]

"...Wards? Does he mean districts? He doesn't want to leave Coalside?" Poor sod really is concussed to be insisting on that when he could leave with Isabela of the Sway.

[Isabela]

Her attention snaps back to him. "Wards? You're in danger of-- oh, of course, scrying. Damn." Think, Isabela. You can't kill the girls if you're going to stay here, but you're going to have to go into deep hiding to get him safe. Shit, you're going to have to kill his master probably. If you can find him. Damn damn damn, if only I still had a crew. Alright, Isabela, you're going to need a new crew. Who do you know?

"So, Brianne, I hear you're with a gang these days?"

[Bethany]

Bethany's eyes narrow and she shifts slightly in between Isabela and her friend. "Why're you asking?" she asks a touch sharply. "

[Isabela]

"If we're staying in town, we're going to need muscle. I've got some coin saved up, but I need good men at my side." She smirks, a little, but doesn't go on to make the innuendo.

[Bethany]

Bethany tries to read the pirate but.. Damn, she's got a really good poker face. "Most of our group are tied up in guarding the brothel- and that has to be our priority," Bethany says slowly. "But if you're willing to work- guard, find clients or, ah, work- then maybe the two of you can stay there. Most of the whores already do so..." Beth glances at Brianne. "What do you think?"

[GamesMaster]

Brianne nods. "Isabela doesn't usually take jobs like--"

[Isabela]

"I'll do it."

When Brianne turns to stare at her, Isabela shrugs. "I'm not too proud to take money for sex, I usually can just earn more adventuring than on my back. If I'm tied down for the time being, I may as well take what work I can get that keeps me out of the public eye."