Seiche. {The Cleric Mutters Under His Breath As His Hands Begin To Glow, And A Warm Energy That Feels

Seiche. {The cleric mutters under his breath as his hands begin to glow, and a warm energy that feels like water begins to seep under DG’s skin, soothing the pain of the bruises and fractured bone}

DG? I’ve returned with a cleric. He’s semi-retired, but agreed to see you.

Cleric- o-Okay- There a good cleric right?- they won't hurt me.

No- no, no, it’s all right. Please don’t use your arm.

(Merchant tries to ease DG’s injured hand away from his face)

I’m not here because you’re useful to me. I said that because I assumed you would accept help more easily if you felt you were giving something back to me. Perhaps I haven’t adjusted as well as I thought…

Sorry, what? Have you been carrying this opinion of yourself the entire time? DG, my friend, I’ve known monsters. I’ve traded with monsters, and had to run from a few after a failed sale. You are a soldier defecting from a cause you didn’t believe in, and a person who wasn’t taught to be one figuring it out as he goes along.

Most people have had decades to feel out the world by the time they reach your age. You’ve had- what, three months? Four? Memory and knowledge can’t make up for experience.

Give yourself a little grace. A few years to settle in this world. Then come back and re-evaluate whether you’re a monster.

(Merchant is still almost entirely hidden by the cloak, but his posture wilts, indicating some level of self-consciousness.)

Ah… And there I go again. Forgive me, my people have an affinity for the dramatic and I doubt I’ll ever overcome it entirely.

(A rustling and a quiet sigh from outside the door)

DG? It’s the Merchant, friend, may I come in?

MERCHANT!!!!!!

Yess :3

Perhaps we should listen to the dog. She seems to take offense to what you’re saying, friend.

DG? I’ve returned with a cleric. He’s semi-retired, but agreed to see you.

Cleric- o-Okay- There a good cleric right?- they won't hurt me.

Are you older thannnn 600 years

On three counts, yes. To the other two, no.

It’s done.

{The cleric’s voice is so soft it can barely be heard. Sie looks to the blanket hiding the rest of DG}

Anything else?

Are you hurt anywhere else? (The Merchant clarifies)

DG? I’ve returned with a cleric. He’s semi-retired, but agreed to see you.

Cleric- o-Okay- There a good cleric right?- they won't hurt me.

(The Merchant reaches out again, giving DG time to back away before resting a hand on his non-dog-occupied shoulder)

You may have come into this world as a flickering shadow of another living being, but you became something more the moment you chose to abandon your masters and take on a name of your own.

Please let me help you. Let me try to prove to you that you’re worth the effort and more.

(A rustling and a quiet sigh from outside the door)

DG? It’s the Merchant, friend, may I come in?

MERCHANT!!!!!!

Yess :3