Re: Part 59e - Prison break
When Dorian appears, Cyan is at first surprised by his choice of entrances, but then reaches up to touch his hand as it falls on her shoulder. Then the man is away to work. Berd watches, eyes glittering. All the while he keeps up his own work, shuttling and shuffling various thought about in his packed little skull. He clambers up on Trista's outstretched arm and onto her shoulder, and somehow manages to put up with the attention.
When Trista whispers to her, Cyan reaches out, squeezes her hand. "Dorian is...well, to say he is a wizard would be redundant. But he is, twice over." In both power and skill. She it utterly amazed at the objects and...well, repulsive creature that he conjures - disturbing or not, it does its job. Much as Trista had, better than she, herself had done.
Small wonder Berd has taken to the woman, Cyan thinks, glancing across Beldrin at her. There had been a time when Cyan would be jealous - this, she knows. But how can one be jealous now, when one discovers the truth of the matter between she and Berd? Her...father, in a fashion. Always. She knows that, feels that in her spirit, where she and Berd share a connection.
Nearly severed, that bond. Healing slowly, but healing still.
Finally finished, Dorian abruptly rises with instructions. While Devlin has improved, greatly, some of Dorian's strength seems to have gone to him, and perhaps it has - the dark man is worn, frayed about the edges. Cyan begins to rise, but Dorian speaks of weariness, and a desire for rest...a cabin? She does rise now, as he slips out of the hut and walks to seat himself upon the cold, bare stone. The bard stares after him, her amythest eyes bright, but Devlin's voice calls her back, and she shakes her head. Always something.
"Stay, Devlin." She spins to face the man. "You are most welcome here, by Questors old and new." A quick glance to Trista, then. She seems most...well, comfortable isn't the correct word. 'Curious' regarding Devlin's presence? Not correct either. "Any help is appreciated, Devlin, and you have brought more than your share!"
A weak voice, and Beldrin joins them. Cyan hurries to his side to crouch, one eyebrow raised. "Another time you find yourself in the thick of things, Beldrin. At least now no bag is over your head, and I confess myself greatly relieved you are rescued and alive...but speak of the cube, Beldrin." Worry sharpens her tone. "You have found another?"