The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Varric]

Yawning, the puppy nuzzles close and promptly passes out. "...that is nearly a magical talent," Varric says slowly. "Kind of adorable though."

[Carver Amell]

"Yeah," says Carol softly, stroking Hunter's head with two fingers. "He's perfect."

[Merrill]

When they arrive at the stream, the elf stips without a word and gets to scrubbing herself. As the mud and other grime is washed off, Marian is able to see just how skinny the elf is. Elves normally run from lanky and slender to medium builds. But Merrill is starving, with her ribs, spine and hip bones sharp against her skin. She has a criss-crossing mess of very thin white lines, scars, from hands to upper forearms, along with a series of small, fingertip sized shiny pucker marks on her right shoulder blade. Her hair is a tangled mess and she doesn't seem to be even trying to clean it.

[Marian Hawke]

"Do you, uh... do you need help with your hair?" asks Marian, biting her lower lip. She's so like me. But I at least keep my hair clean, and I don't have so many scars. 

[Merrill]

The elf flinches, shifting so she can peek at Marian indirectly. Finally, she gives a wary 'okay' and turns back away. Her shoulders are tense but she doesn't move away.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian puts the little dragon down at last, picking up some of the shampoo Lightsong had generously loaned them and slipping off her leggings, her tunic. She wades in a little behind the elf, moving to help her wash her hair. "Have you been homeless a while?" she asks, trying to sound casual. 

[Calliandra the Most Awesomestly Wonderful & Pretty]

The dragonling instantly rushes for her discarded clothing, making a nest out of it.

[Merrill]

The elf gasps a little at the first touch, her shivers sending ripples through the water. "...two hundred and sixteen days this time," she murmurs.

[Marian Hawke]

"That's a long time," says Marian softly. "What happened?"

[Merrill]

"Goody Danielle didn't need me to do her chores anymore. She had broken her arm."

[Marian Hawke]

"Ah," says Marian, with a bit of a nod. "What did she pay you?"

[Merrill]

"...pay?" Why would someone give me coin?

[Marian Hawke]

Marian's hands twitch a bit, accidentally catching on a knot. "Oh, sorry, sorry! I don't do this often, sorry." 

[Merrill]

"It didn't really hurt," the elf whispers. Hair pulling isn't bad at all really. Better than slapping. Her voice is low, almost slurred, and sher muscles are loose. Falling asleep perhaps?

[Marian Hawke]

"Do you know how to read and write?" asks Marian, quietly.