Like Old Times

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The Champion listened, noting immediately the change in her companion’s tone. It normally didn’t take much to bother the strong woman before her, but this seemed… Different. It sounded to Hawke as though the woman before her had all the weight of the world upon her shoulders, something Marian was all too familiar with.

“Of course I will,” she sighs, offering a small smile as her clawed gauntlet reaches out to clasp Aveline gently upon her shoulder. 

“Its funny… I really shouldn’t forget, but you have just as much to deal with as I do, if not more. Only… You never get the recognition, or the rest, that you deserve. Come with with me and then grab a pint or two afterward! We can even avoid the Hanged Man if you like.”

Marian might not be the best at comforting, but she knew that the Captain would appreciate the stress relief provided by bashing in a head or two. When it got to that point, of course. She still needed to see if Varric had a tip or two up his sleeve and see if Isabela might have an idea as to where they could start looking first. 

Actually…. Avoid Isabela. At least if there was to be any hope that Hawke would accomplish a lick of work.

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Hawke never missed a beat. 

It was true – the normally proud and self-reliant guard captain had fallen short as of late, the weight of the world pressing down between her already sore shoulders. It wasn’t that she minded the responsibility; she much preferred knowing that someone capable was in charge of handling the city’s crime and dealing with it as necessary. 

Still… a reprieve, if only for one night, seemed appropriate. It was a quiet night, thankfully, so she wouldn’t feel too guilty for taking a few of her off hours to join her friend in a bit of merriment. 

”… I suppose that’d be alright. However, if you start making a spectacle of yourself again, I’ll be forced to haul you out. Watch yourself.“

Her words came as a warning, but the faint hint of a smile on her lips was unmistakable.