Bit of a headache, I can't complain. Not when I know enough mages that even when half of them are busy dealing with—
[She stops, and you can almost hear the wince. When Aveline continues, it a little less intense, and whatever she was about to say about Anders, she's thought better of it.]
...I got Surana to patch me up. I'll be fine, don't worry about me.
I know that, I'm just griping...I hate it when I can see something coming and it still catches me by surprise. It's not really his fault, even if it is.
[She sighs, and there's a long, reluctant silence.]
It's just a headache! [Well, it's a bad one, but—] Hawke...
[The Chantry, for instance. She hates thinking it and she hasn't stopped caring for Anders, but the truth is still there, plain to see. He hasn't really changed.]
Aveline.
[Her voice softens, not trying to argue with her.]
[And that weariness in her tone is also a relief, that at least Hawke understands how blatantly frustrating Anders is. You can't even condemn him whole, because he means so well, the git.]
—It's fine. Didn't hurt when I left, it's just...lingering. [But she knows that tone, gentle and clear like she's trying to talk to a politician, or a simpleton. Infuriating because there it is, that Hawke stubbornness, lurking just under the surface.]
[Whether it means giving him a place to stay so this Templar doesn't come looking for him or shoving herself in the way, she doesn't know. She needs to wait and see how things change.]
And you're probably not even taking it easy, if I know you.
[There's a smile in her voice.]
I believe so. But if you have some directions, I'd be glad to have them instead.
[Aveline relates the location of her home longsufferingly. It just feels so indulgent— Who needs healed twice? She should be able to deal with this on her own.
But then, this isn't Kirkwall, here there aren't a thousand pricking needs to call on the Hawke of Hightown, and not nearly so many friends to do the same.
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[She stops, and you can almost hear the wince. When Aveline continues, it a little less intense, and whatever she was about to say about Anders, she's thought better of it.]
...I got Surana to patch me up. I'll be fine, don't worry about me.
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[She hears that, frowning.]
It still sounds like it's bothering you.
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[She sighs, and there's a long, reluctant silence.]
It's just a headache! [Well, it's a bad one, but—] Hawke...
[I'm too tired to fight about this.]
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[The Chantry, for instance. She hates thinking it and she hasn't stopped caring for Anders, but the truth is still there, plain to see. He hasn't really changed.]
Aveline.
[Her voice softens, not trying to argue with her.]
Let me come over and have a look at it.
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[And that weariness in her tone is also a relief, that at least Hawke understands how blatantly frustrating Anders is. You can't even condemn him whole, because he means so well, the git.]
—It's fine. Didn't hurt when I left, it's just...lingering. [But she knows that tone, gentle and clear like she's trying to talk to a politician, or a simpleton. Infuriating because there it is, that Hawke stubbornness, lurking just under the surface.]
...
Fine. Do you know how to get to the house?
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[Whether it means giving him a place to stay so this Templar doesn't come looking for him or shoving herself in the way, she doesn't know. She needs to wait and see how things change.]
And you're probably not even taking it easy, if I know you.
[There's a smile in her voice.]
I believe so. But if you have some directions, I'd be glad to have them instead.
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But then, this isn't Kirkwall, here there aren't a thousand pricking needs to call on the Hawke of Hightown, and not nearly so many friends to do the same.
Just this once.]