That earned him a smirk and a playful “Promises, promises,” as they made their way up to his rooms. They were comfortable again, and that’s all Hawke wanted. Wanting anything more was foolish, and she wouldn’t risk this. Risk them, their friendship. She couldn’t.
She’d lost quite enough in Kirkwall, without losing him, too.
Leaning back in her chair, she took a drink, watching him thoughtfully over the rim of her tankard. “And where he’s keeping it. Somehow I doubt Orlesian storage habits are any less annoying than the Orlesians themselves.”
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Date: 2017-11-30 11:22 pm (UTC)She’d lost quite enough in Kirkwall, without losing him, too.
Leaning back in her chair, she took a drink, watching him thoughtfully over the rim of her tankard. “And where he’s keeping it. Somehow I doubt Orlesian storage habits are any less annoying than the Orlesians themselves.”