The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Carver Amell]

Carol squeaks as she's manhandled, but she doesn't struggle. Doesn't dare. She closes her eyes, breath coming in small, rapid breaths. Don't do this.

[Varric]

Varric grunts sharply, clearly displeased. Carol had neither impress the dwarf nor made a friend with this little episode. "Good."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Walking slowly towards the cart, the paladin speaks in a low and soothing voice. "Will get Hunter, and then go sit off to the side of the clearing for a bit. You can play with the puppy or, if you're up for it, maybe we can pick up with your sword lessons?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Fuck her," spits Marian, in disgust.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene frowns. "We need to find a mind healer. It may also be worth checking to see if... if she still worships Astea," Helene amends. "It is possible to change a vulnerable person's deity as part of the programming process." And alignment.

[Carver Amell]

"No," whimpers Carol, her voice getting softer.

[Varric]

"Yeah. I'm sure someone at the Oak can bludgeon some sense into her." Had best anyway.

[Haliel Lightsong]

"No to what, Miss Carol?" Lightsong asks patiently as she reaches the car, where Hunter. The mabari is straining at the rope keeping him leashed to it, desperate to get to his person.

[Carver Amell]

"Just leave me alone," she whimpers.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian scowls. "Maybe we should split up. Let Lightsong and her go one way and us another."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong sets Carol down on the cart, which allows Hunter to clamber into the human's lap and start bathing her face. "No Miss Carol. I shall not abandon you. That is simply not acceptable." Even if it sounds like others disagree. She tries to let that roll over her, let the pain wash away in the tide. 

[Varric]

"No... if-" Varric cuts off, glancing at the cart. Lowering his voice and switching to dwarven, he continues. "If nothing else, she is a source of much information about our prey."

[Helene Dakesh]

"What information would you like?" asks Helene in the same tongue, frowning slightly. "This one has much from the attack."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian blinks, turning to Helene. "Wait you... what? Took information from her mind?"

[Helene Dakesh]

"Affirmative."