The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

She does. 

Once they gather what they can, including her slipping the damn ring into her pocket mostly so Lightsong won't pick it up, they head back to the inn. Marian doesn't speak to anyone, just slips off to the bath, having a long soak by herself (and a long cry while she's at it.)

When she emerges, somewhat wrinkled, she is withdrawn, quiet. She doesn't make eye contact with anyone as she eats, and when Lightsong tries to cuddle her on the sofa after, she pulls away. "Please," she whispers. "I just... not now. Can you get everyone together? So we can talk?" 

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel studies Marian for a moment, then nods. "Of course, Beloved," she says gently. I need to give the things I found to Varric anyway. Not sure if any of it will help with anything but... Unable to stop herself, Haliel fusses with the blanket for a few seconds, then slips out of the room. It doesn't take long to gather everyone- Zevran had seen them enter and had already spread word so people are nearby. 

[Varric]

Varric is first through the door, expression grave, worry lurking in his eyes. And guilt, just behind the worry. Should have pushed, should have followed up on- "Hey Tabbi," he says softly, using a nickname almost forgotten. 

[Marian Hawke]

She swallows, fresh tears brimming, but forces them down. "H-hey," she whispers. "Uh, after, after this, you're, you probably want to... it's just... nevermind," she relents, unable to finish her sentence. He'll want to flee, leave me behind -- there's a devil after me, and it could jeopardize his quest. The most I can hope for is he keeps paying for me to stay here, so I don't end up homeless.

[Haliel Lightsong]

"I haven't told them much yet, just... that things with Tanna ended. Badly," Haliel murmurs, moving to sit down on the edge of the sofa. She doesn't try to cuddle but she does put a hand where Marian can easily take it.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian takes her hand, grateful, wiping at her face. She sits in silenc for a moment, deep in thought, as Zev and Bela make their way in. Bela's brought a bottle of rum, though the smile fades when she sees Marian's face. 

[Varric]

"Have some assumptions, theories and wild guesses but... your show, Tabbi," Varric says, tone gruff.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian takes a deep breath, shivering. She can't figure out where to begin, at first. Where to start tackling the enormity of her fuck-up. She's not sure what she wants, to ask for it, nor where things went so wrong, to begin at the beginning. Finally, hesitantly, she begins with the most pertinent, dangerous information:

"Tanna was a.. a sceleratis. M-maybe a Lilin, we think."

[Zevran]

Zevran hisses softly, wincing. "Are you- did you sign anything? Swear to anything?"

[Varric]

"I know a ritual to... test that sort of thing," Varric says, voice tightly controlled. "I can have it ready in twenty minutes."

[Marian Hawke]

She nods. "A-after. I-- yes. But, I'm not-- Tanna is-- she-- she got away. And I, I agreed to things... I did whatever she told me. So, I... she can, she can probably track me. I'm not-- it's not safe. To be near me."

[Varric]

"We can take steps against that- in fact," Varric begins, then scowls. Helene is... right. "If someone is willing to do some shopping for me, I can use scrolls of Mage's Private Sanctum to block scrying of any kind for twenty-four hours."

[Zevran]

Zevran steps forward. "I remember where that scroll shop was, won't take me a half hour," he volunteers. Varric nods, gives some more details (and coin) and the merikos drow in elf's seeming rushes off.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian shivers. "I-- I'm a liability," she murmurs to Varric, once Zev is gone. "If you... if you can't.. Bianca is too important to risk..."

[Varric]

"Hush on that," Varric says quickly, before more than 'Bi-' slips past her lips. "Don't say anything Tanna- or whatever her name really is- doesn't already know. What happened, Tabbi?"