The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Varric]

Varric grins at her, amused. "Well, he is a dwarf baby."

[Marian Hawke]

"Is he normal size for a dwarf then?"

[Varric]

"I mean... maybe?" Varric snorts, grin still in place as he watches her. "Not all that familiar with babies of any kind, even dwarf. But he looks about right. Shiny and Helene signed off on his health so..."

[Marian Hawke]

"He's just a bitty baby thing, isn't he? aren't you?" she coos, as the Ricky throws up onto the rag on her shoulder. "Ew. A gross bitty baby."

[Varric]

"I am given to understand that's normal. That's also going to be part of your godmother duties by the way. Evidently, baby shit acquires 'scent' around the start of year two."

[Marian Hawke]

"When they stop breastfeeding," agrees Marian. "That makes sense." She winkles her nose, taking off the rag and looking for a place to put it without disturbing the baby. "Right, here you go, if I'm holding him you can wash this."

[Varric]

"Just toss it on the log, Shiny will get it. She's bizarrely into domestic stuff."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian puts down the rag, gently rocking Ricky now that both hands are free -- and hisses, realizing he's grabbed her wing-er again. "Hush, bitty baby. Go to sleep. Please go to sleep?"

[Varric]

"Trying singing?" Varric suggests. "Something soft."

[Marian Hawke]

"What? I don't sing."

[Varric]

"He's a baby, not a music critic."

[Marian Hawke]

"You, on the other hand..."

[Varric]

"Will be a polite and respectful audience." He places a hand over his heart. "Paladin's honor."

[Marian Hawke]

"You're not a paladin."

[Varric]

"Figuratively."