[D6 EA] Interaction: Deadly

[Ser Harben Varner]

Harben made a choking sound and the salt water he’d been force-fed came up in a rush. His expression was panicked, eyes rolling madly, unable even to tip his head forward to expel the saline, to keep it from rushing back into his lungs.

[Kylie Redwyne]

Claryssa and Kylie had been passing by to see runners carrying salt to the grounds. "What's happening?" Claryssa asked as she ran alongside as not to slow them. Hearing the order, the girls hurried to fetch more and came upon the scene, salt in hand.

"What happened?" Kylie asked, the knight being given salt water by Alicent.

[Claryssa]

"Kylie, go to your cousin. You don't need to see this so closely." Claryssa instructed. Kylie didn't want to leave but the tone of Claryssa's voice told her she shouldn't argue. She looked around before going, trying to remember the details as Claryssa did the same.

Claryssa As Aware As A Potato: 9

Even Kylie's Slightly Better: 11

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent tipped him forward, forcing the water out. "Dammit, get him to to the Maester."

[Ser Harben Varner]

Harben is lifted roughly onto a doubled-over sheet, groaning. The corners and sides are lifted by volunteers, who carry him away to the Keep.

[Kylie Redwyne]

Kylie sat quietly next to Olymer, watching the whole thing unfold. The salt, the charcoal... She was no maester, but she knew what it was for. People had been known to get far, FAR too drunk on wine, or add a little something of their own to the drink. She watched as they worked on him, glancing at Olymer every once in a while. Is it in him too? 'Will he double over any moment?'

She would have said these thoughts if she didn't think she'd only be scoffed at for being an excitable woman. Her knuckles would tell the tale if anyone had cared to look. They were white from squeezing her seat.

Claryssa would have helped carry the knight, but she'd just earlier promised not to leave Kylie. She walked toward the girl now. Her Lady looked about to be ill or faint.

[Lord Olymer Tyrell]

Once the healer had stepped away, Olymer squeezed Kylie’s hand, “you needn’t be here for this,” he assured.

[Terrance Stone]

Terrance followed those carrying Harben, intent on delivering the waterskin and explaining his suspicions to Maester Hubert.

/exit

[Kylie Redwyne]

"You're feeling alright, cousin? Not... off, in any way?" She was very quiet in her question. The Redwyne hoped that Olymer would now see how her fear wasn't unfounded. Her actions still foolish, yes, but not that of a girl scared of her own shadow. She wasn't crazy? Her eyes wandered over his person, looking for anything abnormal outside of damage from the melee.

Claryssa came and put her hands on her friend's shoulders. "Lord Tyrell is right, my Lady. We can do nothing to help."

[Lord Olymer Tyrell]

“Kylie, I’m fine. People don’t go around randomly poisoning one another. Whatever the boy did, it’s unlikely I’m a target as well.” He pressed his lips together, “go walk in the gardens, or visit the Sept. I want to get out of this armour.”