The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

Marian nods. "Right, yes." 

She heads for the back, letting the two newcomers eat in peace, worrying at her lower lip as she goes. This is all so... and Gamlen dying.. it feels like everything's going to pieces.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Once they're in the other room, Lightsong faces Marian. "Okay, first, how are you doing? Do you need to talk a bit or... hug maybe?" 

[Marian Hawke]

Her eyes well up with tears. "I-- I don't know what to believe," she whispers. "I just hope things get better for Helene soon."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Making a soft, sympathetic noise, the aasimar steps closer to pull Marian into a hug. "I know. I feel the same, though I can only imagine how much worse it is for you. I can ask at the temple, see if anyone there knows anything about treatments for dream-taken or... anything."

[Marian Hawke]

She shakes her head. "Not unless she says to. I-- I'm worried that we might have to run. If they broke out... I've a bug-out bag stashed nearby if we have to go in a hurry, but I only thought to get supplies for myself."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong's face hardens. "There's no need. If you need to run, I can get you protection at Mercy's Last Hope. With what was done to them... I won't have any trouble at all justifying it."

[Marian Hawke]

"Thank you," she says passionately, taking Lightsong's hand. "It will be so much easier if I only have to look out for myself, and I know you will keep them safe."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"What?" She stares at Marian. "I meant you too. I mean, even if I can't get you sanctuary, you can just stay in my dorm. It... it isn't much, but we could make it work as long as you need it."

[Marian Hawke]

"I--"

She swallows, her throat closing. "Thank you, but... I can't... i'm not Bastionite. I can't just... if Helene needs to run, I don't have a master anymore. I don't have anything to be apprenticed to. And I don't have a home to go back to. I'll be on my own. Which-- you shouldn't-- Helene needs help. You shouldn't let that influence... I'll be alright."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"It doesn't matter. You're my friend?" Despite the certainly she starts with, her voice trembles on that last word, making the entire thing a question. "And... and that's worth trouble. Bastionites need scribes too, I'm sure you can find work. And... and figure things out. I'd like to help. I want you to be safe. And to smile. It's... wrong, you not smiling."

[Marian Hawke]

She shifts a little. "I'm only an apprentice. I'm not... I'm not a scribe yet. And... I'll be alright. I've always been on my own."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"An Alydrean apprentice scribe. That means you're nearly at master-level for most anyone else." Lightsong forces her smile to stay in place, feeling vulnerable. "I... sorry. I don't mean to... push, I just..." She steps back, arms crossing her stomach.

[Marian Hawke]

"It's not like I'll go far. We can still hang out, sometimes, once I get my life together. I... I'd like to see you again, regardless." She glances down and away, one hand clutching the opposite arm, shifting a bit.

[Haliel Lightsong]

"But..." Lightsong nods a little. "Alright. But... promise you'll ask if you need help? Please?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Yeah, of course," she lies. It's not that she won't ask if she gets in over her head -- but she knows better than to push her luck if things are only a little bad.