The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Isabela]

"Really?" purrs Isabela. "With Varric? Do tell!"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian swats her. "Not that!"

[Zevran]

There's a plaintive cry from the tent, once, then twice. There's silence for a moment, then Haliel's voice rises in song. "I think he has caught a mild cold or some such," the merikos drow says with a grimace. "And Varric has forbade healing for now. Something about his immune system not forming properly."

[Marian Hawke]

"A cold? He seemed fine this morning," says Marian, fretting a little. 

[Zevran]

Zevran shrugs. "Children?" he offers, glancing at Helene.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene winces slightly. "I do not notice myself becoming ill more frequently, not since I was an actual child. Behavior seems to be the central criteria involved, not physical youth. This one suspects when the child becomes old enough to begin putting things into his mouth, his illnesses will increase. Still. We should hurry back to check on the child."

[Zevran]

Zevran frowns slightly , confused for a second. "I don't-- Ah! I was asking your opinion as a Seeker, not..."

[Helene Dakesh]

"Oh." Helene's cheeks turn a bit darker blue. "My apologies."

[Zevran]

"I am unoffended," he replies with a charming half bow. "Shall we?"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian fidgets and frets the whole fifteen minutes back to camp; she scans the horizon eagerly as they walk, hoping to catch sight of Lightsong and Varric first.

[Haliel Lightsong]

And she is, at least in part. Haliel is waiting on the edge of camp with a warm smile and a baby cradled in one arm. Ricky is busily working on a bottle with raylike focus. "Welcome back," she calls out softly, eyes sliding over to Marian. "Was starting to wonder where you'd gone off to.

[Marian Hawke]

"Ran into Helene and Bela, decided to walk them back," she says, moving quickly to sit beside Lightsong. "How's Ricky?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Zevran mentioned he's feeling poorly?" Haliel notes with a soft laugh. "He's fussy but fine. It's... a bit chafing, not healing him, but Varric's point about his body needing to learn how to fight off illness on its own is valid. Annoying, but valid. Slight fever and a bit of snot. Varric is checking his temperature with one of his alchemical toys-- tools-- every quarter hour to be safe."

[Marian Hawke]

"Poor guy was fine this morning. A little fussy but not like this." Marian holds out her arms in a silent offer.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel flashes a pout, but doesn't hesitate to pass Ricky over. The baby doesn't seem to even notice, so intent on his bottle. "How are you feeling?" she asks in a low voice as she notes Varric emerging from his tent to approach Helene-- and Isabela too, of course.