SCAWWY 😱 hawke

[concoctive]

I need to give you a govt assigned flower with medicinal uses so I can make a pretty post for you but it's Friday night we all know what we're here for

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[concoctive]

You kicked her ass, don't worry.

[ she did not. but he will tell her this, anyways, as he eases her down and makes sure that her head is kept above the muck. he's covered in blood and swamp mud, why not some more? ]

I know, Snuffs, I know. It's not great, huh? Just give it a bit, we'll get your ma out and taken care of before you know it.

[ a memshare right now would be so funny, please. like a movie playing while you're in the world's grossest bath. ]

[quirkwall]

[ now that the modchans have gotten back to me, weheh. at least it's one of her better memories.

ser snuffles things that's a load of nugcrap and the glowing definitely does help so he just grumpily chuffs until hawke is back on solid ground where she belongs.

hawke, on the hand is just going through the motions of drowning. it's kind of terrible, actually. but at least she's healing? probably?? maybe??? she'll be dubious about these results for a while honestly ]

[concoctive]

[ there's a bark of laughter, slightly hysterical, as he reaches the end of this memory, because: ]

Gods, I have some bad news about that vacation of yours, friend. [ but his hand is in the swamp water, fingers fisted in hawke's shirt in preparation to haul her out the moment that things seem a little too dicey. it doesn't comfort him to know that she might be suffering like this, too, but the fact that a group came back, used it, and managed to get healed... even if it's like this, with effects after... ] C'mon, you damned hellscape, let her up... I got questions for you, and your boy wants you out of here.

[quirkwall]

[ it seemly does its thing because hawke starts struggling a lot harder in a few moments and ser snuffles barks once as an alert.

you'll know she'll survive because the utter filth she starts uttering is enough to make the hardiest of dwarves start clutching its pearled axe in horror. ]

Fuck the maker and his hollowed ballsacks, what the fu-

[ yeah she's fine. ]

[concoctive]

Ope, there we go - up you get, you're gonna want to be on solid ground for whatever the hells this muck has inflicted on you.

[ thanks, ser snuffles. alfyn will grab her under the armpits and haul her up out of the swamp so that she's on the ground, propping her back against his chest so that she can get her breath and he can take stock of what the drawbacks to this were. ]

Easy, does it, the trial's over.

[quirkwall]

[ hacks an entire swamp out of her lungs. ser snuffles does the dog dance of wanting to greet his owner but also, mam u fuckin reek of the horrors ]

Bloody shite-

[ she bites off the litany when she all of sudden curls on herself and swears much sharper when it seems like it suddenly hurts More. fuck. shit. ow ]

I thought this blasted thing was supposed to help.

[concoctive]

Drawbacks. [ there's a cautious hand reaching out to touch her back when she doubles over. ] You're not gonna bleed to death, now, but you're gonna have to suffer some extra effects for a bit. I still got fruit from the island if you want to take the edge off.

[ get high. or drunk, with the grape juice wine. ]

Might help to do that and then get cleaned off.

[quirkwall]

[ there's a very tired mutters about healing drawbacks ]

Sure miss my mages right about now. Complaining aside, it certainly has made me quite spoiled for difficult fights.

[ that said, somehow she still has the energy to make a face about coming remotely close to the weed fruit again and waves that idea off ]

I'd rather drink another bottle of the shops piss swill they call beer than try any of those fruits right now.