The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Carver Amell]

Carol nods. "I mean, I cut one's face open so there's that."

[Marian Hawke]

"Sounds like time for lunch then. Come one, we're camped this way."

[Varric]

Varric snorts, then gives Carol a careful look. "You doing alright with that?" A beat. "Did you clean the blade yet?"

[Carver Amell]

Carol nods, drawing it again to hand it over for inspection. 

[Varric]

"Not a bad job, but... good, just a bit on the tang. Seeker can scry with that if we need to," he says with a pleased nod.  "Good work with this, by the way. Saving her, I mean. Those tanning fluids could have made her really sick if they had the time to soak in."

[Carver Amell]

Carol stares at him for a moment, as if uncomprehending, then blushes faintly. "I... really? Thank you, I mean."

[Varric]

"How'd you run into her anyway?" He looks around at the woods with distaste. After traveling with him for a few days, she would be very aware of his poor opinion of the wilderness.

[Merrill]

"Okay," the elf, usable name still unknown, says meekly and rises. She stops dabbing at her skin with the cloth, the areas still discolored and raw looking. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"If you want to show her to the stream to wash, I'll make up some food for us, then bing that and clean clothes," Lightsong offers. 

[Marian Hawke]

"Doesn't it hurt your skin?" asks Marian, already starting to walk back toward camp. 

[Carver Amell]

"Hunter got loose," admits Carol, hunching her shoulders a bit. 

[Varric]

"As I understand it, that's what youths of all races excel at," Varric muses, studying the mabari pup. Hunter, seeming to have realized he's being talked about, leaps back onto his feet and ties to climb up Carol's legs.

[Merrill]

"...a little," she mumbles in reply.

[Carver Amell]

Carol scoops up Hunter into her arms, cuddling the pup closely. 

[Marian Hawke]

Marian nods. "Come on, then, getting clean will help."