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[avelinerampant]

It's exhausting.

[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?

[unyieldingly]

I know. I'll see what I can do about him.

[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.

[avelinerampant]

[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.

Just this once.]