Date: 2012-02-02 01:03 pm (UTC)
questionablewit: (headdesk)
Marian. Maker's breath. She'd never felt less like Marian. She didn't even feel like Hawke at the moment, she was too empty for that. But this was Bethany, and she didn't comment.

The steel in Bethany's voice was both surprising and unsurprising. Surprising, because it was something Hawke had rarely heard, rarely had occasion to hear, because until Bethany joined the Grey Wardens she'd usually let Hawke take the lead. Unsurprising because Hawke always knew Bethany had her own strength, and if it was quieter and more unobtrusive than Hawke's own, it was every bit as tenacious. More so, perhaps.

And despite everything, there was a part of her that was fiercely proud of Bethany, of hearing that strength expressed.

"I know." Hawke ran a hand back through her hair. "Wistful thinking. I could sleep for a month, but there's no time. Never a dull moment." It was an old joke between them. "This, at least, shouldn't take long. I'd made some preparations in case of..." Disaster. "In case. But where to after this, that's the question." Hawke looked Bethany in the eyes. "Do the Wardens know you're here?"

[ooc: that was a "Nor was Bethany exempt" up there in the previous tag, not "now". Whoops. I imagine she got pestered almost as much, because Grey Wardens Know Everything (tm)]
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