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Baby, you’re perfect

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Rowen Hawke. A strong name for a strong man.

[ She pretends to even swoon though she cheekily winks up at him. She feels the steady thump as his heart just as much as she can heart it. ]

You've got a strong heartbeat too.

My father liked it.

[ Ferelden custom dictated that a father chose the name of his firstborn, and Malcolm had opted for rather a prophetic moniker for his son. The rowan tree was a sacred symbol of protection, strength, and a charm for good luck. While not sure about the latter, Hawke definitely embodied the two former, and it seemed his father had chosen well, in all. ]

Ferelden fathers have the honor of naming their eldest. Although he did have a hand in naming Carver, too. But Bethany was all Mother's doing.

What's it like being the eldest?

[ She's genuinely curious. Nina has no family of her own save for the Grisha. They are her brothers and sisters. Growing up with them had its own hardships and joys, but she's always wondered what it would've been like with a typical family. ]

[ Hawke rolls his eyes dramatically. ]

Oh, Maker, exhausting. Bethany and Carver were twins, so it was always double trouble. Father was usually off with the Wardens for something or other, so it was Mother and I holding down the farm and keeping everyone out of trouble.

I grew up quickly, it seems, but it was still a lot of fun, all told.

[ His flair for dramatics nearly matches her own. He's so animated and genuine. She enjoys him very much. ]

Twins! Are they the sort to have their own language? Speak without speaking at all?

[ Give him an audience and he'll perform for hours. ]

They did, actually. [ He has to grin at that. ] I learned some of it over the years, too. Bethany was the more amiable of the two, so she taught me how to speak it. Carver, the brat, was always the surly one, always finding ways to get into trouble and dragging the rest of us along with him. Bethany just because, and me to find a way to get us out.

[ And he still misses both of them, desperately. ]

Do you get to see them often?

[ He paints such a vivid picture of his family. They sound so close and their bond is full of love and affection despite how they may drive each other crazy. It reminds her of how she feels about Ivan and Fedyor. Ivan is always the grumpy of the pair with low patience for her mischief, but his better half is always game to get into trouble with her. ]

[ Even though he knew that question would come eventually, he's still not entirely prepared for it. Memories hit him like a kick in the gut, and Hawke's expression falls, sadness darkening the bright shine of blue eyes and the gleam of his smile.

He can't answer right away, but shakes his head slowly. ]

...I...I wish I could, honestly. Bethany was...killed...many years ago, when my family was forced to flee Ferelden to Kirkwall. And Carver... [ A sigh. ] We'd never been really close, but...well, circumstances after didn't seem to help.

[ The mage huffs another sigh, squares his shoulders, and answers further. ]

He was gravely injured during one of the Deep Roads expeditions we undertook while in Kirkwall, and to save his life, a friend and I interceded with the Grey Wardens to help him. They demanded he join their order as payment, and Carver agreed. He's with them still, and from what news I manage to get, hale and hearty, although just as stubborn as ever. [ A tiny smile accompanies the last. ]

[ Nina feels the change in his heartbeat. She immediately feels terrible for asking. He squares his shoulders, but she leans in and wraps her arms around him to hold him close. She tries to pour her comfort into him. ]

I'm sorry for those that you've lost. It never gets easier. People say time heals all wounds, but truly, time simply helps you learn to endure it.

[ The concern is appreciated; Hawke returns the embrace. ]

No, it really doesn't.

[ But he doesn't mind the asking; it's not in any way her fault. And manages to chuckle, if a little roughly. ]

I've been enduring for quite a while.

I know that feeling well.

[ Her voice comes slightly muffled where her cheek is pressed against him. She's suffered losses. She's lost friends on the frontlines and in the Fold. ]

You're in good company.

Wish I wasn't.

[ Said gently, his chin resting atop her head. But he's a good comforter; he's done it more than often for his inner circle. Hawke strokes Nina's hair gently, offering quiet support and strength if she needs it. ]

...but I suppose losing people is part of life, though the philosophy doesn't make their absence any easier to bear.

[ He doesn't let go when he inquires: ]

Have you also lost family?

Yes.

[ Her parents. Her fellow Grisha. Friends she's made in her travels. Being Grisha means constantly losing someone she cares about. For some, it's hardened their hearts, but that's never been Nina. She feels strongly in everything though she doesn't always show it. She hides it behind her ribald jokes and cheeky mischief. ]

Too many.

[ They're more alike than they realize. Hawke deals with his own grief by focusing on the problems of others; it's a moderate bulwark to keep his own sorrow at arm's length. ]

I'm sorry, Nina. I truly am.

Don't be.

[ She appreciates his understanding and comfort most of all. The gentle stroking of his fingers through her hair nearly makes her want to melt. She pulls back to smile wryly up at him. ]

Two peas in a pod, you and I.

[ His chuckle rumbles in his chest, warm against her cheek. Hawke gently lowers his head to nuzzle a soft kiss at her temple, understanding and sympathy offered in every quiet caress. He's always had a big heart, even when it pained him more than it should, but he'll never regret being the stalwart for anyone who's ever needed him. ]

Seems so, doesn't it?

[ He rests his cheek against her head, just holding her close. ]

But you're safe here, Nina. For as long as you wish to remain,

[ Parts of her wishes she can stay indefinitely. She knows that once she completes her mission she'll have to move on. She's in the service of the Second Army and the Black General himself.

But she supposes she can enjoy the time they have now. His gentle nuzzling and the soft kiss to her temple makes her feel as warm and cozy as a kitten. She wants to curl against him. ]

That sounds so lovely. I didn't realize how tired I am.

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