Marianna started, glancing first at her red fingertips, before brushing the blood off into her apron. She'd never seen healing magic, let alone had she felt it. Her body had warmed, but also chilled, and then focused pressure had grown beneath the wound as it sealed with the magic. There was no pain, but she did feel the brief curl of nausea in it's wake. She nodded to the Qunari, lifting a hand in a grateful wave. In her daze, she had not registered his suggestion of her punishment.
She drew her knees up, sitting more firmly against the ground. She was still dizzy, and didn't quite trust herself to stand. They were talking of punishments, and courses of action. None of which seemed particularly appealing. What was a reasonable sentence for her crime? Technically it was intent to commit a crime, and one that hadn't actually been committed. Sure, she'd reached into the cookie tin, but she hadn't actually stolen any of the small desserts. All of the cookies remained untouched.
Brethor's ire was well deserved. He'd been adamant about the letter and their involvement, wanting to burn it in the fire the moment he'd received it. She'd convinced him that it was better to protect it, without an ulterior motive. It was only days later that she thought of the money, and when Brethor had given her the letter she knew that she'd been given a rare opportunity.
The knight was the only one addressing her directly, and she in turn listened, sighing exaperatedly when she didn't respond quickly enough for Brethor's liking. "Sorry, if you hadn't noticed I'm recovering from a rather nasty head wound. I'm a little disoriented."
She pulled up the flap of her apron, wiping the blood away from her forehead, amazed at how much had flowed. "No. We were going to split the money." Part of her wanted to lie and say Brethor had been involved, but that vindictiveness would have been an even worse offense. He merely wanted to return to his family in Denerim, preventing him from doing so would be unforgivable. "Trevor, Dahlen, and Trip." She nodded her head at the human corpses.
Trevor sputtered, and Marianna cut him off with a look. "It was too much money to pass up. It was selfish of you to decide for us." She looked at Davin, and shook her head. He'd been kind, and they'd shared quite a bit of laughter on the road. He was strong and spirited, and she had imagined him making his own bid for freedom once coin had been exchanged. He would have been just fine.