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[questionablewit]

Hawke looked up through a tangle of black hair which even the most affectionate viewer couldn't have described as anything except a mess. She looked, not uncharitably, like shit. Hangovers aren't good for your complexion. Neither are pounding headaches, slight nausea, or the fear that you've done something really, really, really stupid.

But no, she's still wearing pants. That's a good sign. So is he, ditto. And he hasn't actually extricated himself from the fact that she's got an arm slung over his waist and has been using him as a pillow for Maker knows how long. He doesn't even look annoyed about it.

Then again, Varric is a gentleman. That part isn't a lie.

She opens her mouth to speak, swallows, tries again, and manages something like "Mmrrow?"

Clearly language, like grooming, is not high up on her list of usable skills just yet.

[undwarfy]

Varric stirs a little, eyes opening properly, a little smile creeping over his face when he sees her, sleepy and messy as fuck. He smiles understandingly and reaches for the nightstand with his free hand, pushing the potion at her a moment later.

"Mornin', starshine." Keeping his voice low and gentle. "Drink up."

[questionablewit]

She groans but sits up enough to lean on one elbow and drink whatever he's handed her with her free hand. She grimaces a little--she's never liked that bitter taste of black lotus, and elfroot isn't her favorite breakfast--but drinks it all down, then swallows a few extra times afterwards. "Tell me you have water too and I'll sing your praises for weeks. Months, if you have enough for me to drown myself in."

Honestly between hangovers and embarassment (and Hawke is almost never embarassed), she's half-serious. The logical impossibility of the statement is a minor detail.

[undwarfy]

A chuckle and Varric pets her a little. "Just give it a few minutes. This shit is amazing- it's one of Blondie's brews. Says it's a recipe from the Circle, even knocks out out the thirst."

The thumb currently resting on her shoulder makes a little, soothing circle. Varric is still pretty knackered too, and he doesn't really realize he's doing it.

[questionablewit]

She registers the petting more subconsciously than consciously at first, relaxing into it without thinking. Which is part of why despite the embarassment she's also comfortable enough to just groan and let her face sink back onto his chest. In for a copper, in for a gold. If he pushes her off or asks her to move she will, but in the meantime he's right there, plus everything still hurts and she doesn't want to move.

Besides, he smells good. In a dwarfy, needs a bath after a long night of drinking kind of way.

[undwarfy]

Varric is still pretty sleepy, warm, and happy, so he's content to keep cuddling while he waits for the hangover cure to kick in. Any moment now the pain should melt away, and she should feel right as rain, as if the ill-advised drinking never happened. The stuff really is amazing.

[questionablewit]

Varric's as good as his word, and Anders is as good as his; it does kick in fast. It's probably a visual change as she sighs and tense muscles loosen further and she stops wincing away from what little light there was in the room. After a few minutes there's a muffled murmur from somewhere vaguely in the region of Varric's lungs. "Maker. That's good stuff. I'm going to need to order a few dozen bottles to keep on hand."

[undwarfy]

"Mmm," he agrees, sleep still clinging to the corners of his mind. Varric gives her a light squeeze and blinks, reluctantly attempting consciousness.

"It's a life-saver. Without it, the entire Merchant's Guild would've folded years ago."

[questionablewit]

"Mm." It's a sleepy agreement. Now that the headache and thirst and general 'oh god kill me now and put me out of my misery' feeling are gone and she's relaxed again, she's almost half-dozing just out of sheer creature comfort. She warm and being cuddled. Why would she want to move?

Maybe for bacon, but otherwise she'll just stay here for a while.