The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong instantly reduces the pressure. ''Sorry. Sorry. Are you sure you're not still in pain?'' That was... a noticeable reaction to such a gentle touch. Worryingly so. 

[Marian Hawke]

"Broke-- are we going to need to flee?" she hisses. 

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene swallows, making a jerky headshake

[Haliel Lightsong]

No, you're not sure or no, there's no pain? ''I'm sorry,'' the paladin repeats. ''Can... can you not talk right now? Would you like some paper and a pencil?''

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene looks up at Lightsong with a naked, hungry look in her eyes. Apparently she would like paper.

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Umm. Okay, just... one moment.'' Twisting around, Lightsong clears her throat. ''Miss Marian? Seeker Helene would like something to write with, if you please?''

[Marian Hawke]

Marian blinks. "Oh! Of course, one moment."

Then she darts off to the bedroom. A moment later she has a pencil and a slim volume of bound, blank pages: a sketchbook, equally good for drawing and writing. When she hands this to Helene, the samsaran hugs it to her for a moment, cuddling it gently before opening it and beginning to write.

"She records everything," says Marian in a whisper. "It's like her diary."

[Varric]

''So Seeker even her seeks seek,'' Varric mumbles to himself in dwarven. This has been such a long... three days. Week? I need to crash, hard.

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Would you like something to eat or drink? You can keep writing,'' Lightsong adds quickly, flashing a grateful smile at Marian. ''Maybe a nice warm blanket?''

[Marian Hawke]

"She likes the jasmine tea," says Marian, moving to the closet. "I have her favorite blanket, um, and her second favorite, if you need one, Mister Tethras?" offers Marian. "Um, if you're hungry we have... stew. I can bake some buns for breakfast, but it'll take a while to rise."

[Varric]

''No, I'm fine for warmth and such. Much nicer here than solitary,'' Varric says cheerfully. ''Food would be nice.''

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Actually, given the increased numbers, I could run to the market and get more food.''She flushes, glancing at Marian. ''Ummm. Prepared food, I won't... get ingredients again, promise.''

[Marian Hawke]

"They won't be open, it can't be fifth bell yet, and they're not open until eighth. But, I can warm up the stew now, and make breakfast once they're open." Marian nods, moving to light the stove, the lidded pot still on it containing the last of the current batch of stew. Won't be enough for four, but for two, they can at least get some food in their bellies. 

[Helene Dakesh]

As they set about making food and drink, Helene begins to relax, becoming more comfortable with her surroundings, her writing. After a time, she tears out a page, handing it to Marian to read out:

"She writes, this one has not completed this one's course of treatment. Once the danger has passed and sufficient time has elapsed to allow for this one's safety, this one will return to--"

[Varric]

''Wrong,'' Varric snaps. ''You are a fucking person, not some toy they can beat and carve into what they want you to look like.''