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[ Fuck.

Th'ancred Nunh had been captured, as he lingered in the East Shroud. Why had he been there? Rumours it's where Urianger has been killed. If he could find why, then he could... help more.

In Carbuncle form, he had slipped towards the Wall... and gotten knocked out. He had no idea where he awoke, except that he was in a cage, other animals around him. Blood was dried in his fur, and a magic disrupter had been chained to his leg. (Of course, he'd be able to be teleported away... but nobody would do that without warning.)

He was still in Carbuncle form - and there was an armoured man near him. A scent almost familiar came from the armour, but he wasn't thinking of it. No, he was letting out a soft whine, as the armoured man talked to the... other man. Draped in clothes more befitting a performer then any man of Garlemald, he shrugged and pointed to the cage.

It opened, and Th'ancred tried to make himself small and flat against the cage. The armoured man - Prastha - was offered a carrier by the other man - Amon - but all Th'ancred could think was that he had to do something. Anything. ]

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[ Hawke would go to hold if she hadn't caused the burn, but... she tries to turn away, to hide her expression of sorrow. Hawke is strong. She doesn't cry.

...Those aren't sniffles. She's older then this soldier, so she thinks. He looks so young and charming. ]

First thing I learned about Kirkwall? It's not safe.

[…she's been through so much, he thinks, and- obviously she doesn't want to show it, but he still wants to offer something. He shifts- tucking Th'ancred tightly against him with one arm, and reaches out to touch her shoulder.]

…not a good thing to have to learn about it, I'm sure.

[ She flinches at touch... her body feels so strange. Like it shouldn't be. But... she lets him remain there, and she lets out a sigh. ]

It's not right of a Champion - or an Empress - to be like this, huh?

[Strange, but- he doesn't let that stop him, leaving his hand there. Probably she… hasn't been touched much of late, right? Not in her position… and like this…]

It's not right for so much to have befallen you, either.

It was the worst nine years of my life.

[ There's a pause, as she lets her head sort of rest closer to his hand. ]

...I'm glad I have somebody to trust. Amon wanted me to punish you for taking one of his. But he's not my boss.

[ There's a huff from Th'ancred. He... doesn't know how to feel. ]

Far too long- for anyone, I would think.

[He shifts a little closer, then, still cuddling Th'ancred.]

I… well, I'm glad to hear that. And I appreciate that- although I'd say any punishment would have been worth it, to keep him.

...You're really into Carbuncle, huh? Uh, is there any special goods you'll need for 'em?

[He does look embarrassed at that, dropping his hand to better cuddling. He- he kind of is, yes.]

There's… well, there's special treats for them? I think- well, you can get beds, I believe, but…

[he. he doesn't know if Th'ancred will want any of that.]

...Then I will make sure the finest is aquired for him. Perhaps we can make him - er, he is a him, right? But imagine 'im in a cute lil uniform and cute lil bootsies!

[ Hawke, stop grinning like that. The Carbuncle is looking EXTRA uncomfy at that, tails lashing. ]

The finest- ah, that's very kind of you. [He nods.] I'm certain he's a him, yes.

[but uh.]

Well- that would be cute, but I don't know about dressing him up… [He shifts his gaze towards Th'ancred- tone turning a little teasing.] Think how you'd look in a fancy feathered hat, though!

[ Okay, Th'ancred can't help but puff at that, letting out a little cry of protest.

There's a pause from Hawke. And then she laughs. ] He even sounds adorable! I wonder what the highest rank I could give a Carbuncle would be...?

All right, all right, no hats. [a chinscritch!] I still think you'd look good, though…

[but he looks up at her again, distracted.] Ah- you're thinking about that? I don't know… I suppose he'd start off like anyone else, surely.

[…this is kind of hysterical and he's going to need a moment when there's no one else around.]

Hey, back home, Mabari could become war heroes. Of course, they were smart dogs.

But he'd make a good Dus, huh? [ see, she's memorized the titles! A little. ] And Dusty sounds like a good name. Uh, unless you had a name for him.

… Well, he's a smart Carbuncle. It's fair enough, I'm sure.

Dus…? [That's… hm, bodyguarding? And- well, he doesn't have a better name that won't set off bells, so…] That would fit, I think. And Dusty is nice and inconspicuous.

...We gotta teach him to play cards.

Eh- cards, really?

…what games? [Th'ancred knows Triple Triad, probably, he's pretty sure?]

Hah, my old Mabari could play poker, for starters. Dog was a good dog.

[ th'ancred is still sweating internally, but his tails are beginning to twitch. a little... relaxed? ]

But there's gotta be some fun Eorzean games, right?

Oh- could he? That's pretty impressive- I'm sorry I can't see that…

[he pats! this is okay- weird, but hey. they can totally pass him off as an expert card-playing Carbuncle!]

Well- I hear the most popular card game right now is Triple Triad.

[ th'ancred is liking this he's getting more and more into this. she's nuts, but... aren't they all? in one way or another. ]

Triple Triad? Never heard of it. Are those the weird-ass numbered cards which keep showing up?

[well- they are. And this doesn't seem so bad, comparatively!]

Those would be the cards, yes. Have you kept any of them? We could start with those.

Yeah, there's quite a few guys 'n gals who keep gettin' them. Something about they just keep appearing?

[ She's moving to one of her draws as she talks, gesturing a little for Prastha to find a seat. ]

...Reminds me a little of home.

Huh… Interesting. They must be appearing from somewhere, surely?

[He takes a seat, loosening his hold on Th'ancred- how does he want to sit?]

Hm- the cards appearing?

When Fenris made money... he didn't make it out of nothing. When people'd sell us stuff, they'd just keep giving us more and more money.

[ he's gonna flop like a lap cat, sort of. on his side. burn up against his brother. ]

As though they… didn't remember, and had bottomless pockets? Huh.

[this sounds weird. but that kind of makes sense, right?

…please help his brother is too adorable (if hurt), and he reaches to touch gently.]

[ awww yis good scratches. But Hawke seems to look more serious, as she gets out of the cards. ]

It's funny. Some people seem to have really bad short-term memory. 'specially shopkeepers. He'd call them dead, but... they're alive as you or me, right?