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[otiosity]

You've reached Hawke! Leave a message on this thing that I don't even remotely understand and I'll fumble my way to figure out how to answer your most important request.

Probably.

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[purramedic]

[Clearly this isn't going anywhere productive. They both may be far more confused than before, but at least that's obvious.]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. [It's no small feat to get Hawke so worked up, and he feels terrible for being responsible. He's awfully worried about her, but at the same time, he knows she might not appreciate someone witnessing her distress, even him -- if that actually means much. He's starting to doubt it.]

Do you want me to go?

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No.

[Anders is worried. She can see it in his face. He hadn't looked like that since she stumbled into his clinic with a horrific case of pneumonia after her mother died. She didn't like it. Hawke liked Anders best when he was being sarcastic and witty.

Hawke clears her throat and tries to make her voice sound as calm as possible and pull a smile back on her face but it's crooked.]

How is she? Is she happy does she... does she like Kirkwall? What else is different? Not that... you know what's the same either...

[purramedic]

[He's glad to humor her, even if her attempt at positivity is clearly an act. At least he can pretend, too, that he's helping fix what he messed up in the first place.]

Well... Everyone gets along with her. Even Fenris -- better than with other mages, anyway. She was excited to move into your family's estate... [His frown deepens and his gaze falls for a moment. It was a pleasure having her around those first few months, but...] By the time we got back from the Deep Roads, she'd been tracked down by the templars. They took her to the Circle.

They let the two of you write to one another, but I haven't seen her since. [There's more concern etched in familiar but not quite so deep worry lines on his younger face. She may be compliant and eager to please, but as far as Anders cares, the templars of the Gallows would look for any excuse to hurt their charges.]

[otiosity]

[At first the smile on Hawke's face is real. She can't help it. Everything is exactly how she would have imagined it with Bethany there. Everyone would adore her. Even Fenris would have been charmed by her beautiful heart.

But then it slides off her face, wiped away by mention of her fate. If Hawke had her magic, something would have probably exploded into flames by now. Her fingernails dig into her palm as she tries to control herself until she gives up and violently kicks at a poor dried out tree stump.]

For Andraste's fucking sake! Is she never allowed to be happy? Does she never get to enjoy the life she deserves?

[purramedic]

[As much as it hurts him to see Hawke upset about this all over again, he knows soft words aren't generally comforting to her. As long as she doesn't injure herself in her grief, he'll keep his distance.

He does, however, harden his expression and cross his arms.]

We'll get her out, one way or another. I won't let you lose her to them forever.

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How? She's there. We're here! I'll still...

[Never see her again. Hawke's expression is angry. And she's unfairly directing that anger at Anders when really she's simply furious at the world for putting this on her. She wasn't one for self-pity but this seemed to be going a little far.

Her body ached and her mouth has gone dry. She hunches over to rest her hands on her thighs.]

And to top it all off I think I'm going to vomit. This is good.

[purramedic]

[If Hawke is angry with him, Anders doesn't notice, or perhaps doesn't care. It's perfectly understandable to be upset about the entire situation, but he doesn't let it faze him.]

They're trying to send us back, aren't they? It's only a matter of time. She will be freed.

[His brows knit in concern, and his voice softens.]

You should lie down. Do you have any water?

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[Hawke just makes a deeply annoyed noise from her hunched over position.]

No. Just... going to stand right here. And hope I don't vomit in front of you after seeing you for the first time in months because that's just not even fair. I deserve my dignity. And that includes not puking as a greeting.

[He's sort of her doctor so he's certainly seen her puke before but... it's the principle of the thing!]

[purramedic]

[His arms cross over his chest, and though he's a bit frustrated with her stubbornness as usual, he doesn't think it wise to crowd her.]

Do you honestly think I would think you undignified for being sick? What matters here is your health, not your pride, though I am trying to spare both if you'd let me.

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No, I'm begging for my dignity on my hands and knees in front of the Maker. ...Metaphorically.

[It's one of those funny moments where she feels sick to her stomach and like the air around her is thin. She tries to breath but it doesn't do anything to relief her desperation for air.

There's an in Anders, if you wish to take it.]

[purramedic]

Hawke, please. We can get you to medical at the very least. I'm sure they'd have something for it. [They'd better, given how useless he is at the moment. They had to have survived this long somehow.

If Hawke is going to be stubborn about it, he will chance stepping beside her and resting a hand lightly on her shoulder as a feeble attempt at encouragement.]

[otiosity]

[There probably is but Hawke has never bothered to use it. She hates the medical bay and all that comes with it. She can barely tolerate being poked by Anders and all of that is familiar. His hand is on her shoulder and she tries to relax and play it cool.

She in a breath to steady herself that never seems to reach her lungs when her body rebells completely and vomits over the hand that was covering her mouth and Anders' shoes. Thankfully(?), she's mostly been eating bits and pieces.

There's a moment where they both stand there, unsure how to respond to what just transpired when Hawke speaks, still staring in minor horror at her puke covered hand.]

Well.

This is awkward.

[purramedic]

[The exasperated breath he releases and the very clear plea to the Maker on his face are truthfully more in response to Hawke's obstinacy than the unpleasant everything-else about this incident. He can cry about his precious boots later.]

Now will you go get treated?

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Is there anything left to treat?

[She moves to touch her face, remembers the vomit, and then goes to wipe it off on some poor unsuspecting rock and then her pants. She glances over at him and softens, just a little.]

You don't have to be worried about me. Despite stomach upsets, I'm a big girl who's managed to take care of herself these past six months. You'll start going grey if you do.

[purramedic]

[His arms cross tightly over his chest as he quirks a brow at her.]

As if I need your help. I have an obligation to be perpetually worried for someone whose brightest moneymaking idea is treasure hunting in the bloody Deep Roads. [He swears, if she brings up that it was actually very lucrative --]

We both know I won't stop nagging until you go.

[otiosity]

Well actually-

[Oh wait. Maybe that's not the best path do go down. She sighs and rolls her eyes.]

Oh, alright. Though I'm going to sulk and complain the entire time.