That's good. I'm good at getting into trouble and then punching my way out of it. If it's trouble I can't punch my way out of then I'm completely useless. Though, I'll keep trying to punch it. Then no one can say I didn't try.

[She grins at him at the suggestion of an invention. Nah, she'll just use Kitty as a nice arm rest while she sleeps.

Hawke watches him sign the cast with a vague curiosity. She'd never thought of signing someone's wrappings but she couldn't deny that it made since in a very sweet way that she wasn't really accustomed to thinking. When he signs "thank you", there's something in her stomach that churns. It felt like it had been so long since someone thanked her. Not since she was just a ruffian doing whatever she could to scrap up some gold. Now it was "Hawke this, Hawke that" and when she did this and that, all she got was "wish you'd done it this way" or another task dropped at her feet.

Now she gets a brief moment of relief and the satisfying feeling that you know you helped someone and they appreciated it. Once he's done signing, she lifts the arm to grip his shoulder gently in a gesture she hopes he sees as grateful. Hawke is usually good with words but bad with feelings so that leaves her in an unusually vulnerable spot.]

Well, it's much less boring than before. Now it's got "personality". You know, with that certain gravitas.