Well, I can't do it now. I'm looking you over. I'm not good at multitasking.
[She reaches up to wipe some of the blood away. It seems to at least be bleeding less and less as time passes. Also if he followed her around and berate her she would find it infinitely charming and thus create more things for him to berate her about. Like a fun sort of game.
She used to play it with Carver.
Except then his voice breaks and she tenses. She feels... helpless and small in the face of a boy's tears and that's a disorienting place to be. She can kill crowds of bandits and fight off a dragon but she doesn't know how to comfort a scared kid.
Shit.
Slowly she reaches up with her other hand to gently touch his cheek for a few seconds before pulling it away. Her mother used to do that and somehow it was comforting. Maybe it was a special thing for mothers. But she'd done it to Bethany too, years ago, and it seemed to calm her.]
They don't. But they will. Because you matter to them. And you'd worry about them too. I guess that's friendship, really. [She's trying to channel Aveline there. Hawke remembers a time she had a bad flu but tried to play it off and ended up collapsing and Aveline had snapped at her "We worry about you because we care, Hawke. Not because we're trying to burden ourselves with the weight of you." Hawke grips his shoulder in what she hopes is a reassuring fashion.]
Definitely make it a habit. But sometimes the universe likes to play jokes like this. I get pneumonia every other year and you just have to laugh at the universe like you think it's hilarious. I always say "wonderful, I've been exhausted, thanks for the chance to stay in bed for a week.]
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[She reaches up to wipe some of the blood away. It seems to at least be bleeding less and less as time passes. Also if he followed her around and berate her she would find it infinitely charming and thus create more things for him to berate her about. Like a fun sort of game.
She used to play it with Carver.
Except then his voice breaks and she tenses. She feels... helpless and small in the face of a boy's tears and that's a disorienting place to be. She can kill crowds of bandits and fight off a dragon but she doesn't know how to comfort a scared kid.
Shit.
Slowly she reaches up with her other hand to gently touch his cheek for a few seconds before pulling it away. Her mother used to do that and somehow it was comforting. Maybe it was a special thing for mothers. But she'd done it to Bethany too, years ago, and it seemed to calm her.]
They don't. But they will. Because you matter to them. And you'd worry about them too. I guess that's friendship, really.
[She's trying to channel Aveline there. Hawke remembers a time she had a bad flu but tried to play it off and ended up collapsing and Aveline had snapped at her "We worry about you because we care, Hawke. Not because we're trying to burden ourselves with the weight of you." Hawke grips his shoulder in what she hopes is a reassuring fashion.]
Definitely make it a habit. But sometimes the universe likes to play jokes like this. I get pneumonia every other year and you just have to laugh at the universe like you think it's hilarious. I always say "wonderful, I've been exhausted, thanks for the chance to stay in bed for a week.]