The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Varric]

Varric glances out of the corner of his eye at the rescued elf and snorts. "Fair enough." With that, he digs out a simple smock and a towel out of his magical bag and tosses it at Marian. "Have her wipe down and get dressed again in that."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Wincing, Lightsong offers her hand. "I could heal you again if you still hurt." If those are scars or poison....

[Merrill]

The elf, gaze fixed on the ground, shakes her head slightly.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian takes the smock, heading forward, holding her fist away from the smock. "Oh, is this yours, by the way?" she asks, glancing at the girl. "I kept him safe for you."

[Merrill]

That finally gets a reaction from the elf, as she peeks up a little. Spotting the baby dragon, she gasps. "You- you saved her?" she whispers, swaying. "Is she okay?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Of course," says Marian. "Here, put this on so you don't get poison on her pretty scales, yeah?"

[Merrill]

The dragonling tries desperately to reach the smock, probably because Marian is taking such care to stop her from doing that very thing. Blinking a few times, she takes the rag and starts wiping at her skin. "...it just stings a little." She swallows. "Thank you for taking care of her. I... I thought... if they fou- I mean, if I had... fallen on her..."

[Marian Hawke]

"Secret, is she?" says Marian, with a knowing nod. "Don't worry. I saw nothing. What's your name?"

[Merrill]

"I.... I..." Shame and resignment fills her eyes and she answers dully, "Moonstruck."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian frowns. "That's not an elven name. Are you an aasimar? You're pretty enough for one," she adds, then flinches. My stupid mouth!

[Haliel Lightsong]

"I don't that's her real name," Lightsong says quietly, having caught the emotions before the answer. "Is it?

[Merrill]

She hesitates, then shugs a single shoulder as her eyes dip to the ground again.

[Marian Hawke]

"You don't know? Haven't you asked your mother, then?" She doesn't seem to be disgusted -- maybe I can keep her talking. 

[Merrill]

She flinches, then shakes her head. "Don't have one," she whispers, still dabbing at her skin half-heartedly. She doesn't seem to care about her injuries, even though it's clear she's in pain.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian winces. "My sorrow for your loss," she says in flawless Elven.