[He needs to do more. This isn’t enough. They needed him to make this easier for them all. He offers a small smile back to his friend when Chris catches his eye and racks his thoughts a moment for something for their shadow mistress.]

Amelia, I think my clothes are in the dryer. Could you find them for me? At least to have them available.

[Something for her to do. Especially as Hawke’s magic begins to take hold and the tension in Chris’ very pores begins to loosen. It’s not all of it, but there’s a notable difference as a long sigh of relief escapes him.. He was still sore, his throat ached inside and out, and the burns on his arm seared, but he felt less like he needed to handle himself like glass.

Slowly, he lets out a long breath as the bruises from the guards’ sticks fade to yellow as well.]

Thank you. That’s already leagues better and plenty from you, handsome. I’ll be alright.