The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

She can't help herself; 'Bells' jumps to her feet, moving to embrace her sister tightly, crushing her between her body and Lightsong's. Gods, gods, I never -- I thought he was -- what the fuck happened?!

[Varric]

Feeling intensely awkward during all this, Varric hunches his shoulders and looks at Carol. Reaching over, his snaps his fingers right by her ear without letting her see his hand coming.

[Carver Amell]

She flinches -- just a little, but enough that he can see it.

[Varric]

Alright, so... she can hear and react. So this is mental, not physical. "Carol. Look at me," he says, voice low and hard, though he tries to keep any hint of violence or threat out of it.

[Carver Amell]

She doesn't turn her head, but her eyes flick to the side briefly, almost involuntarily. 

[Varric]

"Good, you can hear me," Varric observes. "You got damned lucky. That poison you picked is one of the top ten most deadly kinds I've ever heard of. Granted, the top five are bullshit venoms out of legend but still. Nasty shite. Makes me rather curious why you'd do such a thing."

[Carver Amell]

She doesn't answer, staring up at the ceiling, limp, listless. 

[Varric]

"Carol," he snaps. 

[Carver Amell]

No response; her heartbeat speeds a bit, her breathing catching slightly, but she doesn't bother to pay him any more visible attention.

[Varric]

Hmm. Alright.. so she just... doesn't care. That would fit with the spell slurry the girl was giving her. How about... Rising, he pads over to the door to get the basket Marian had brought with her. Gently, quietly, he pulls out the contents and then brings it over to the bed and tucks it in the crook of Carol's arm, just under her shoulder.

[Carver Amell]

Upon feeling the warm fur, Carol lets out the most sign of life she's given since Beth found her: a small gasp, a tensing. Then, she rolls onto her side, curling around the pup as if to shield it with her own body, as if daring anyone to harm him or try to take him away.

[Tethras Clan]

Hunter, drowsy and tuckered out from some vigorous pre-bedtime catch and no-fetch, yawns sleepily. Sniffing, he stirs himself enough to lick Carol's check twice, then settles himself against her.

[Carver Amell]

Carol shivers, cradling the pup close. Just try to take him from me again. Just try. I won't let you hurt him.

[Varric]

"You take good care of her, pup," Varric murmurs gently. "She needs a friend right now, I think." After those words, Carol can hear him stand and move away.

[Bethany]

Eventually, Beth weeps herself out. Limp, wrung out and empty-feeling, the young woman leans against the solid frame of Lightsong silently for a few more minutes. Finally, she sniffles. "T-thank you."