The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Varric]

Varric shrugs a little. "Well, actually, outsiders are born-- created-- knowing how to speak. Maybe it's written in the flesh? It's not perfect, there are grammatical errors."

[Marian Hawke]

"Great," she mutters. "I can write it, while sleeping, badly."

[Varric]

"Picking up a new language, or at least getting a start on it, isn't the worth thing in the world," Varric points out. "Some tiefling can only eat raw meat. Or ashes and sand."

[Marian Hawke]

"It's the badly part -- why can't I at least get good grammar if I'm going to get a new language for nothing?"

[Varric]

Snickering, Varric shakes his head. "Well, maybe you just need some practice," he replies in infernal. 

[Marian Hawke]

"Or something," she agrees in Common.

[Varric]

Varric gives her a look, waiting.

[Marian Hawke]

She blinks at him. "What?"

[Varric]

"Just wondering how hard it would be for you to start learning," he replies blandly, still in infernal.

[Marian Hawke]

"I don't want to know Infernal. I don't want to be this way," she says, wiping angry tears from the edges of her eyes. "Sorry, bitty baby," she adds, as the babe fusses a bit, and the apology is in Infernal. 

[Varric]

"Marian... we're talking in Infernal right now," Varric says gently. "It's not a bad thing. Speaking the language isn't evil."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian looks up, then, startled. "We what?" she says in Infernal, then blinks, realizing what she said. "Oh."

[Varric]

"Me for the last few sentence, you just for the last," he clarifies. "Seems like the knowledge is there, just needs to be coaxed out. Maybe refined."

[Marian Hawke]

"I don't want it," she whispers. "I don't want to be writing evil dogma and speaking Infernal and cutting holes in my trousers."

[Varric]

"I can understand that," Varric says quietly. "You can store your stuff in my tent if you like, while we work out this sleepwalking thing."