[D7 EE] Holding On (Sickroom)

[Ser Harben Varner]

Harben’s hand was clammy and limp, and he didn’t seem to realise that she was holding it. “I don’t want to survive like this, Mari,” his hoarse voice sounded small. “Maester Hubert says that the feeling in my arms and legs may never come back. He squeezed his eyes shut, “I can’t even feed myself.”

Opening his eyes, “Mari, did your Maester bring his kit with him?”

[Mariessa Tremaine]

When I get my hands on the one who did this to you...

"...yes? I think so. Why do you ask?"

[Ser Harben Varner]

"In his kit, he'll have something called Sweetsleep. It's a grainy sort of powder. A little pinch will send you into slumber, three or four pinches and you never wake up." He swallowed with some difficulty, his lips were dry, "if I could do it myself, I wouldn't need it, but you could help me, Mari."

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Her green eyes widened in shock and she stuttered. speechless.

She looked around, trying to see if there was maybe a pitcher of water or something for him to drink.

[Ser Harben Varner]

With considerable effort, Harben rolled his head on the pillow so he was once more looking away. Futile anger seethed within him, and just beneath the ocean of frustration and resentment was a sense of overwhelming helplessness and fear. His thoughts piled up on each other until he didn’t know what to say.

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Mari was silent for a long time as well, trying to sort out her own thoughts from Harben's request.

"I'm sorry, Harben..." she sniffled. "I can't. Please forgive me."

[Ser Harben Varner]

He’d have shaken his head if he could, “I shouldn’t have asked.”

[Squire Derrin]

An uncertain young man approached the room, but hesitated when he saw Kevith, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be here. I can come back.”

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Mari shook her head, but had a hard time figuring out what to say. What really could she say at a time like this?




Kevith nodded to the young man. "Eh, go right on in. I think m'lady is just about done with the chattin' now." Considering all the awkward silences, he didn't blame the kids.

[Squire Derrin]

Entering, Derrin bowed, “a thousand pardons, milady, I was just coming to say goodbye to Ser Harben. I didn’t mean to interrupt none.”