[ It's -- well, it's childish. That's something she can acknowledge. The game, the cavalier attitude towards it all, but it's how Hawke is able to be here with Fenris and not quite lose her mind in the process. There's an itch under her skin, a need to either push forward into that house or ask Fenris the millions of questions floating through her mind.
That's part of whatever this thing with Fenris was. She feels like there's things about him she should know, as if she has a right to it -- which just feels silly, so she keeps quiet. She wants to know more though, about his days. Where does he live? Does he sleep well at night? Did he have breakfast that morning? What does he do in his spare time? She thinks she can picture him reading, maybe, but that also feels a little off to her.
Ugh, she's never been so curious about something in her life. ]
I want to say I'm surprised, but.
[ She shrugs and idly skims her fingers over the knife at her belt. The rock against her back is rough and uneven and she taps her foot in the dirt out of anticipation. ]
Would you like to? It might kill a bit of time, since we're stuck here for ages regardless.
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That's part of whatever this thing with Fenris was. She feels like there's things about him she should know, as if she has a right to it -- which just feels silly, so she keeps quiet. She wants to know more though, about his days. Where does he live? Does he sleep well at night? Did he have breakfast that morning? What does he do in his spare time? She thinks she can picture him reading, maybe, but that also feels a little off to her.
Ugh, she's never been so curious about something in her life. ]
I want to say I'm surprised, but.
[ She shrugs and idly skims her fingers over the knife at her belt. The rock against her back is rough and uneven and she taps her foot in the dirt out of anticipation. ]
Would you like to? It might kill a bit of time, since we're stuck here for ages regardless.