That my sister. Just "Hawke". Glad we're moving ahead though. Talk about a friendship forged in. Well, fire isn't exactly the word I'd use.

[She plods along after him thankful for his slow place but hating that he has to keep a slow pace for her in the first place. She's not feeling as sick anymore but she's exhausted and her ears are ringing from using all of that mana trying to start the engines. For nothing, stupid Hawke.]

I will. Just to make sure you can catch me dramatically as I fall and move us straight from first names into romantics.

[If only she wasn't trying to decide if she was actually in danger of fainting or not.]