[Hawke lets go of his sleeve and yawns massively as she stands up and then groans, working out the kinks and soreness in her body from sleeping in such a weird position.
Then she begins the short, but somehow exhausting trek back to her part of the house, alternating between yawns and stifled sneezes. It would be comical if not for the somber mood. Her and Varric's part of the house is smaller but it's cozy and fits them just fine. It's like a little shared flat. When she opens the door quietly, the light falls onto a small living room with a television, some plants, and dog toys strewn all across the floor. There's a desk in the corner covered in papers, all hand-written in flowing ink. Varric's of course. Then there's a bedroom with two queen beds. One is again covered in papers but otherwise clean. The other is sort of a lived in dumpster fire that's charming in it's own way.
Varric doesn't seem to be in. The bedroom is quiet except for Kitty, who raises his head and wags his tail when Hawke enters from his spot on the bed. Then when he sees Nate, he hops off the bed and trots over, pushing his nose at Nate's hand for pets.
Hawke sets Tenzin down on her bed and then goes over to the dresser and just begins messing up things until she finds what she's looking for. She tosses it at Nate.]
Here. It's yours anyway. I suppose I can't keep it forever. Or else you'd just lord it over me at the most inopportune time.
[It's a t-shirt of his that he gave to Hawke months ago after she'd gotten sick on herself after drinking too much on a particularly bad night and then put her to bed. He did that... more than she'd like to admit. Maybe this is a sort of spin on returning the favor.]
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Then she begins the short, but somehow exhausting trek back to her part of the house, alternating between yawns and stifled sneezes. It would be comical if not for the somber mood. Her and Varric's part of the house is smaller but it's cozy and fits them just fine. It's like a little shared flat. When she opens the door quietly, the light falls onto a small living room with a television, some plants, and dog toys strewn all across the floor. There's a desk in the corner covered in papers, all hand-written in flowing ink. Varric's of course. Then there's a bedroom with two queen beds. One is again covered in papers but otherwise clean. The other is sort of a lived in dumpster fire that's charming in it's own way.
Varric doesn't seem to be in. The bedroom is quiet except for Kitty, who raises his head and wags his tail when Hawke enters from his spot on the bed. Then when he sees Nate, he hops off the bed and trots over, pushing his nose at Nate's hand for pets.
Hawke sets Tenzin down on her bed and then goes over to the dresser and just begins messing up things until she finds what she's looking for. She tosses it at Nate.]
Here. It's yours anyway. I suppose I can't keep it forever. Or else you'd just lord it over me at the most inopportune time.
[It's a t-shirt of his that he gave to Hawke months ago after she'd gotten sick on herself after drinking too much on a particularly bad night and then put her to bed. He did that... more than she'd like to admit. Maybe this is a sort of spin on returning the favor.]