she blinks once as hawke drinks directly from the bottle and after a moment’s pause, tosses her glass back with a tilt of her head and sets it aside. she’s more than comfortable forgoing any pretense of formality here, all but welcomes it, even. “i swear on my good friend andraste, who everyone seems to think i have some sort of constant rapport with.” she huffs in annoyance, reaches for the bottle for sip that lasts a bit longer than decorum might call for before handing it back. “he let himself be dragged across the ocean for you, hawke. he’s a good friend, the sort anyone would be blessed to have.” her brow furrows. “i don’t know, i think there’s hopefully at least someone out there who might do the same for me, one day.”
sidri leans back easily, the mountain breeze stirring her hair. “well, varric’s here, obviously, and is profoundly skilled in the art of pissing off our seeker. nothing about your mage friend, anders, however. i suspect he must be hiding given, well, everything.” she glances towards hawke, expression softening. “i can have the inquisition see what we can find, if you’d like.”
‘ i know... i know, ’ he mumbles, faint as the bottle returns to his hand and then to lips. he knows it too well. varric has done — still does — too much for him. it’s not something ever far from thought, and he needs no reminder. a smirk hides behind the lip of the bottle. ‘ i’m... lucky. ’ and thankful. that doesn’t even begin to describe it. nothing could, and no other soul in the world would be so dedicated through everything. ‘ not many people out there are like him. look after him, and he’ll look after you, too. just don’t ask him to cross anymore seas; one’s enough, at least for a while. ’
he noticeably stiffens at the mention of anders; the smile fades. silence hangs and he claims another taste of wine before surrendering the bottle. his tone has shifted, suddenly more curt. ‘ no, that’s alright. varric’s got his eye on just about everyone, i’m sure. ’ except the mage in hiding. for the best, he thinks. a heavy exhale and he relaxes. ‘ i was more... curious what the inquisition had come across on their own. ’
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