we're hell raising and we don't need saving

[ungovernable]

WHO: Hercules Hansen + Benevenuta Thevenet.
WHAT: Definitely not any feelings, probably.
WHEN: Between now and the Warden plot in the Western Approach, some backdated things.
WHERE: Skyhold, Emprise du Lion.
NOTES: An assortment of threads between now and then.

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[ungovernable]

Astute mongrel.

"By all means," she says, properly sunny, in turn - playful, dangerous thing that she is. She crouches down by Max to strap the collar on; she'd had to guesstimate the necessary size, but it's a good fit and well-made, too. She's rather pleased with herself as she fastens it in place, giving the mabari a good scratch under his chin as she rises again, smiling up at his master.

"Now. You had something for me?"

[twelvelabours]

She may or may not be gifted with a lukewarm trail of drool down her wrist in appreciative response for her efforts, Max's tongue lolling out and Herc making a quietly appalled sound as he kneels down and holds out a handkerchief to Benuta - more like a rag really, rough and coarse, but it's clean. "Pull yourself together," he reminds Max. "Treat the Lady with some respect."

Max whines at Herc, and goes to apologetically lick Benuta's arm, before Herc sets a hand on the dog's barrel of a chest. "No."

And then her reminder comes back to him, and Herc nods, drawing a package wrapped up in simple brown paper that's pretty crumbled. With the wrapping lies a dagger, a suspiciously close match to the one she returned not so long ago. It might have been the same, if not for how very much newer it was.