The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

"Even if my best isn't very good?" she asks, her tone meek. 

[Varric]

"Even if."

[Marian Hawke]

She blushes, then, dropping her gaze once more -- this time, to the bitty baby. "I.. would like very much to be your sister," she says quietly. "I thought about it, and... I'd like that."

[Varric]

"That sounds pretty good," Varric agrees just as quietly. "Guess we should decide if we want to be Hawkes, Tethrases or something else entirely."

[Marian Hawke]

"Tethras," she says. "I don't-- there aren't any Hawkes. My father is dead and I'm a bastard. I'd rather not be one."

[Varric]

Can't say I'm all that fond of the name anymore but... "What the hells," he says with a shrug. "Name's got a lot of tarnish on it but that just means we don't have to worry about marring a perfect creation.

[Marian Hawke]

"Alright," she says, quietly. "You, me, and bitty baby are all Tethrases now. And maybe someday soon, Helene."

[Varric]

Varric coughs, blushing a little. "That's... well. Shiny wouldn't mind your invite, if I'm reading her right."

[Marian Hawke]

"...we'll see," admits Marian.

[Varric]

Ricky grumbles softly and pushes the bottle away with a gurgle. "Looks like he's just about done. You got him?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Yeah. Hand me a rag?" She takes it, carefully positioning him over her shoulder again and burping him as she bounces him a bit. "Bitty baby," she coos. 

[Varric]

"Where did that come from, by the way?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Hmm?"

[Varric]

"His nickname."

[Marian Hawke]

"Oh. I don't know. He's just so little. He's the smallest baby I've ever seen. An itty bitty baby."