The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Lux]

Lux nods slowly, then lens back so Beth can't see his face. 'Hug. Her.' he mouths clearly at Marian. 'Now.' Shifting again, he smiles. "Well, this is a good place to find some peace and do some healing. Are you injured? Either of you?"

[Marian Hawke]

We've never been the hugging type, Marian wonders, but she reaches for Beth's hand, squeezing it tightly. "No, she's been healed and I-- I wasn't there to begin with," she says, swallowing hard. "I think... I think maybe it's time we went back to our room, though," she adds, looking at Beth. "Maybe read a storybook?"

[Bethany]

In contrast to Marian's thought, Beth grips her sister's hand with desperate need. She shudders, retches, and tightens her grip even more as she's reminded of the incident yet again. Book. Story. Something to focus on. "Yes," she croaks out. "Silly. Please."

[Marian Hawke]

"Alright," says Marian gently, slipping out of her chair to help Beth up. "Let's go have a lie-down and read."


Given the choice between the library where Helene is studying and the inn room where Varric is making good use of his kit, Marian heads for the latter. She might pretend to be seeking knowledge, but the idea of talking to her master about... well, any of this, seems fraught with peril. 

So she lets herself in, steals a bit of toast from his breakfast tray, and plops onto the sofa in that way that teens so often do. An ordinary person would take that to mean she's in a good mood, nonchalant and laid back -- but Varric is perceptive enough to see the tension in her muscles, her jaw. "Hey."

[Varric]

Varric glances over from his packet of papers and mentally sighs. We're about to have a 'what is life even for' level talk, aren't we? Fine. Not doing this stone sober. Rising to his feet, he pads over to the small stand by his bed and fishes out a dark blue, glass bottle. Pouring out few fingers into a tumbler of the amber liquid, he glances at Marian inquiringly.

[Marian Hawke]

She blinks, sitting up partially. "What is it? Rum?" 

[Varric]

"Nah, spiced whiskey, from Sweetwater's kendish brewers. Got a cherry undertone to it. Managed to pick up a few bottles at cheap from a friendly contact."

[Marian Hawke]

"I like cherries," she agrees. And maybe drinking's the way to go here. 

[Varric]

That sounds like the words of something very unused to hard alcohol. So we're gonna go light on this, Varric decides wisely. As such, he pours Marian just two fingers and gives it to her with the instruction of 'sip, savor, swallow.' Taking a seat back at his desk, he sips his own drink and gestures at her. "So what's on you mind?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Spoke to Beth this morning. Got some more information you might want, and also I wanted to check on those tonics?"

[Varric]

"No tonics for at least three more days. And only some very mild ones to start testing the waters for a week," Varric says easily. "I was only able to get one name and some vague descriptions of her old meds, plus she was dosing on the side with magic and... it's a mess."

[Marian Hawke]

"Uh." says Marian, eloquently. "That's going to be a problem, we need her dosed with something right away."

[Varric]

Varric sips his whiskey, studying her. "Oh?"

[Marian Hawke]

"She's less stable than I feared," elaborates Marian. "Delusions, as well as mood issues. And she's triggering Beth now, they're both... They're not good for each other, but I know better than to try to separate them. We need Carol more stable so they can both heal."

[Varric]

Varric closes his eyes for a moment. Sighs. Sips. Opens them. "Elaborate please?"