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[questionablewit]

It...wasn't really like that.

[She's grimacing all over the place, because yes, it hurt like hell, but leaving also clearly hurt Fenris like hell, and she can't really tell Varric about the memory-returning-briefly-it's-too-much part, that's not hers to share.

Granted, she still doesn't understand why Fenris couldn't have let her try to help. Even if that'd just meant being a silent, supportive presence. She hates to think of him facing...whatever this was...on his own. Of him being alone, again.

She hates being alone herself.

But...she's not alone, is she. Not now. Hawke gives Varric a warm, affectionate smile.]

Not that I don't appreciate the passionate defence of my virtue, such as it is.

[Seriously, dwarf, you are the best and she knows it.]

[undwarfy]

[He looks at her for a second, taking in her demeanor, the Things clearly going unsaid, the exhaustion in her eyes and droop of her shoulders. His sarcastic, Unimpressed Fierce Friend expression softens into something gentler.]

I'd give you a hug, but I doubt even my dazzling chest hair could cheer you up.

[questionablewit]

[Her smile broadens, and there's a glint of the usual Hawke teasing in it.]

Don't be ridiculous. There's nothing your dazzling chest hair can't cure, and you know it.

[And she holds out an arm. Give the lady a damn hug, Varric.]

[undwarfy]

All right, all right, don't cry. You know I can't stand it when humans cry.

[He gets off his chair and goes to her, hugging her where she sits. It's better because, with her sitting, she can get a face full of his chest instead of him invariably getting a faceful of boob.

Not that he minds, but it's not what he promised for this hug.]

[questionablewit]

But your chest is so magnificent that it inspires tears of joy and awe!

[And she should know, from this position. It's a nice change from the more usual side hugs they give each other. Those are safer. But they're not what she wants. Especially not right now.

His incredibly open shirt really is something else, though. She can't help it; she nuzzles the skin it reveals with her nose, amused.]