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[ofkirkwall]

Who: Marian Hawke & Thedas' Greatest Hits.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Three Twins medbay, later Caprine.
When: Backdated to late 9/8, some hours after Totally Fun Dragon Outing.

[ In truth she doesn't want to wake, she wants to sleep for weeks or months. Avoid the deep ache in her bones, the bile rising in her throat, the disgust that twists her insides into knots. That way she doesn't have to look at them then, doesn't have to look at him, and watch them recoil from her like some sort of thing - some sort of monster. But she does wake slowly, muscles protesting at even the slightest movement, jolts of agony dancing across her every nerve. Curling in on herself she clutches the sheets around her, hoping to shut the world out for at least a moment longer.

Good job Marian, you blew it. Just had to go and screw everything up, didn't you? Couldn't be happy with being bloody happy!

An ugly pit coils in her belly making her pull her sheets around herself some more, eyes clamping closed tighter. The smell of blood sharp in her nose, the taste of cooper lingering on her tongue. Reminds that cling to her like a wet blanket, that refuse to let her forget her own idiocy. If she hadn't rushed in like she had, if she hadn't stumbled and allowed herself to get caught. It'd be nice if they could all pretend nothing happened. Everyone going back to how things were when no one knew about Marian Hawke's dirty little secret or how much of a giant hypocrite she is. The woman that who damns blood magic and the very people who practice it a bloody blood mage herself. Maker's balls it is so painfully ironic.

It'd be nice really, but there is no going back now, no way to run. All there is to do now is watch her approval ratings plumett into the red. No way she's getting that special Wicked Grace scene now. ]

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[apurrstate]

[He doesn't respond. He's said what he could trust himself to say without going too far. The only thing left to do now was tend to the consequences.

He lets the quiet drag on as he moves to the other side of the clinic to pluck a couple leaves from one of his plants and plucks an elfroot potion from his desk. One of the ones he made here, good thing he had elfroot now or he wouldn't be able to make any more.

He went back to Hawke's side and left the potion with her other belongings sitting nearby. The leaves he brought to her and held out.]

Chew these. They're horribly bitter and frankly disgusting, but it's the closest thing we have to a lyrium potion and I can only imagine the mana imbalance you're suffering right now.

[There was another glow of blue light and the warmth of healing magic spread to her, finally closing everything up and soothing the pain enough to make her mobile. It wouldn't be pleasant, but she'd live.]

Once you've done that, you're welcome to go back to your ship, if you want.

[ofkirkwall]

[ His lack of response leaves her sullen, wanting even more to curl in on herself and block out everything. It's fine, she thinks, about what she deserves really isn't it? Lying for all those years, condemning blood magic and mages while being one herself. What a hypocrite she is.

She watches him move to the other side of the clinic and already she is thinking of find some dark corner of the fleet to hide in. Somewhere no one will look, somewhere she can lick her wounds and rebuild herself. Better to run away than to face all of this. Obediently she takes the leaves from her, shivering as the warm pulse of his healing magic spreads through her body. The wound closing, pain fading to something of above a throb - tolerable as long as she doesn't start sprinting across the fleet. ]

I won't stay longer than I need too. [ You won't have to put up with my presence any longer than necessary. ] Dog has to be out of his little mind with worry.

[ Sniffing the leaves she pulls a face but still they go into her mouth, her expression twisting even more as she begins to chew. Yup, very bitter and the taste is not great.

Just get through this and then she can go. She can run. ]

[apurrstate]

[He doesn't quite meet her eyes, finding just about everything else to look at instead. If he didn't look at her, he could hold on to this anger...either to control it or keep it from slipping away by the sheer force of how much he can't stand being angry with either Hawke.

Instead, he steps away, pretending to be busy with something else.]

Drink that potion when you get back to your room. It's just elfroot.

H..Healer's orders.

[Even before the joke is out of his mouth, it's already fallen flat in his mind and the result was abysmal.]

Take care of yourself, Hawke.