Okay? Of course not, I'm not okay. I have to live with you people!

[The shadow hits her fist on the table in a display that's quite... unHawke like. There's nothing relaxed about her features, everything is sharp and contorted in a way that Hawke never appears to be.]

I... No, she. She sits and worries about you every single day. Waiting and wondering when it's going to happen. Because it always happens.