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Hawke looks over the Inquisitor. He thinks about everything Varric had told him about her. It isn’t right that someone like her was thrown into this war. Hawke knows it should have been him instead, for his role in fighting Coryfeus years ago. "I'm sorry you got stuck with my mess."
"This isn't your fault. How could you know what was going to happen? I've read about what happened. You had to go." The Inquisitor gives him a sympathetic look. For a moment, it seems as though she’s going to reach out to Hawke, to comfort him. She drops her hand instead, glancing away from him.
"I suppose you're right, Inquisitor." Hawke shrugs, not knowing what else to do. "I wish I could have helped you sooner, but know that I will help now, in any way I can. I swear it to you."
"Thank you." the Inquisitor smiles shyly. "And call me Evelyn. I have enough people calling me by my title." Hawke laughs, remembering when everyone in Kirkwall addressed him as Champion. "I'll see you in Crestwood." She walks away before he can reply. Hawke watches her, trying to figure out what seemed off.
"I know that look. She’s kind of got a thing going with Curly."
"What, with that prig?" Hawke stares raising an eyebrow at Varric. Having known the Commander in Kirkwall, he would have never thought he was the type to have a relationship with any woman, let alone have one with his superior.
"I know, I didn't expect it either. I don't know much about it, other than it started back in Haven." Varric looks away for a moment, gazing out over the courtyard. "It doesn't seem like a healthy relationship, from what I can gather. I have Dorian and Cole helping me look out for her. They haven't said anything yet, so nothing to worry about. Besides, Leliana, Josephine, or Cassandra would have put a stop to it if it wasn't going anywhere pleasant."
"I hope whatever it is makes her happy. She deserves at least that much after getting saddled with my mess." Hawke pats Varric on the back. "Drinks before I head out?"