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[redtailedhawke]

If anything, the lack of direct correspondence was something close to reassurance, that while chaos had begun in earnest (with no small effort on Hawke's part), Bethany was doing well enough on her own. What had alarmed Hawke was a single short message from Varric warning her that the Chantry had begun its hunt for her again with a particular zeal, followed by abrupt silence. Had they finally begun to go after the people she'd known? What if they find her sister?

Then, well. The Conclave, dramatically failing to accomplish whatever anyone had expected from it. The great bloody hole in the sky, spitting demons and distracting everyone from the real battle. Some supposed prophet-savior propped up by whatever shattered fragments of the Chantry had been left standing. An alliance with "the Mage Rebellion" ― apparently Fiona had wisely declined to clarify that the group she led was only one cell of several, allowing the rest still free to continue fighting without having to answer to someone who couldn't be trusted to get them the freedom they deserved. An "Inquisition," claiming to fight to restore order, and Varric joining the flock, citing some sense of responsibility or whatever when he had reached out again.

And, apparently, Corypheus. The name answered one question Hawke had been asking around, about why so many Warden outposts across Ferelden and the Marches had suddenly been abandoned, but it raised a hundred others, each more terrifying than the last. Reluctant as she is to leave the mages, to leave Anders, to get involved in any part of this neo-Chantry cult, and skeptical that she has anything to offer (We didn't exactly chat over tea, Varric, I stabbed him a lot and then he died, what information do you think I've got?), those questions all need to be addressed. The Wardens, the Templars, now Corypheus, it all seemed too much not to be connected somehow. She might as well see this through.

It's less that she expects to see Bethany when she reaches Amaranthine, and more that she's hoping for it, scanning the docks while the ship bobs into harbor. She could easily be busy, or not have gotten the message, or ― no, there she is.

They're not so young anymore that Hawke can get away with picking her sister up and swinging her around when she reaches her, even if the temptation to do it anyway and risk Bethany's indignant embarrassment is certainly present. But she leaves Bethany's feet on the ground when she hugs her, squeezing with the strength of her absence as if she could make up for three years apart if she held her baby sister hard enough.

"I am so glad to see you."