The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Varric]

Varric smoothly grabs a beaker from nearby with his other hand and pours it into the cauldron he was working on, instantly turning the partially finished potion into a solid block of stiff paste with the hardness and texture of stale bread. While the dwarf hasn't been silent, he has been... clearly off since their ordeal. For one, he refuses to go inside, sleeping out on the patio of their recently rented house instead. For another, he rather carefully arranges for Helene to always have at least one person with nem at all times- and the comatose Marian doesn't count. As such, he glances behind Helene, scowling at the lack of Lightsong, who should be with nem. Nevertheless, his brew safely disabled, he allows Helene to pull him along.

[Helene Dakesh]

When they return to the bedroom they've made into a sickroom, Helene lets out a small squeak of distress. It's easy to see why; Marian has grabbed for a wastebasket and is just getting done throwing up into it, laying back into the bed with a small groan, eyes shut tight. Helene drops Varric's hand and heads back for the door, the vomit pushing nem to interrupt Lightsong in the restroom -- something ne hadn't wanted to do when it was just stirring. 

[Varric]

"Marian," Varric says, voice a little too fast, a hair too cheerful. "Looks like you're finally up." Not stopping his movement, he heads right for the window and opens it. "Stomach or head?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Head."

Her voice is a quiet rasp, as she flinches back from his voice, eyes screwed shut as tight as they can go. 

[Varric]

Varric quickly lowers his voice when he speaks next. "Thirsty?"

[Marian Hawke]

"No," she whispers. "Gods, it hurts, what-- it hurts."

[Varric]

Varric takes a step towards, then pauses, glancing over his shoulder at the window. It's fine (trapped), the window is right there. Door's right there too. "What hurts?"

[Marian Hawke]

"head," she whispers. "right-- right side. is there-- am I-- hurt?" she adds, swallowing hard as she fights back the nausea.

[Varric]

"From what Shiny and Newboy said, you drank a misbrewed something that pushed you way, way over your limits. Near total burnout," Varric says soberly. "Shiny managed to heal you, mostly, and she and Newboy got you back to the Oak." He hesitates, having noticed the careful edits in Lightsong's explanation, but doesn't comment on it yet. "What kind of pain is it?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Sharp," she whispers, "throbbing." She swallows again, hard. "Mu-- mutagen," she rasps. "Altered for-- ah-- to reverse the polarity. b-boost mental f-function instead of-- mm," she whimpers. 

[Varric]

"That's... pretty clear, aside from the part where it seems to have gone six kinds of sideways on you," Varric comments. He starts to stay something else, but that's when Lightsong comes back. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Marian!" Haliel cries out, rushing to the bed. 

[Marian Hawke]

She flinches, swallowing hard, and loses the battle; she rolls sideways, throwing up bile into the trash can.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene is right on Lightsong's heels, hand fluttering with distress as ne witnesses this exchange. Ne hangs back near the doorway, silently praying that Lightsong can fix whatever Marian's going through.

[Varric]

Haliel stops, eyes widening, as Varric winces in sympathy. "Migraine level headache," he murmurs.