Her eyes narrow slightly as Hawke leans in to whisper to Chris, watching them both closely. She doubts they'd do anything foolish, but if they're thinking about it, even a little...
She forces her worries down when the cleric begins to roll over and she's given something to do with her hands. It's not much, but anything that keeps Hawke focused is good. She collects everything without a word, nodding to the mage once she's close enough to let him know she understood his meaning. She'll get there, but her hands need to be emptied first.
"I believe he explained he could... taste colors if he pushed too hard? Am I remembering that right?" The bowl of water and rag are set out on the coffee table before she kneels next to the mage, finding his hand to press the potion into it. He's also getting a pointed look right now. "If he shows any signs of distress, he's done for now, and the both of you will get something to eat and some sleep before we continue." As she's done before, she leaves no room for dissent. This is how things are going to be, and that's that.
Exhaling a sigh, she presses a kiss to Wolfe's forehead then gets to her feet once more, reaching down to unlace her boots as she walks to the end of the couch. Before Chris can protest, she slips out of them and then behind his head, giving him a warm place to rest his head that's surprisingly free of knives. Mostly. She has to shift one out of the way as she helps him lie back.
"Now hush, both of you, and focus on the healing and recovery. All else waits for now unless it's urgent." She gives them each a stern look, but it's wistful at its edges. This is something she's done hundreds of times, the habit nostalgic, easy, and painful all at once. The pain she keeps down by distracting herself with clearing Chris' forehead of mussed curls, and the rest... is useful enough to let it be for now.
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She forces her worries down when the cleric begins to roll over and she's given something to do with her hands. It's not much, but anything that keeps Hawke focused is good. She collects everything without a word, nodding to the mage once she's close enough to let him know she understood his meaning. She'll get there, but her hands need to be emptied first.
"I believe he explained he could... taste colors if he pushed too hard? Am I remembering that right?" The bowl of water and rag are set out on the coffee table before she kneels next to the mage, finding his hand to press the potion into it. He's also getting a pointed look right now. "If he shows any signs of distress, he's done for now, and the both of you will get something to eat and some sleep before we continue." As she's done before, she leaves no room for dissent. This is how things are going to be, and that's that.
Exhaling a sigh, she presses a kiss to Wolfe's forehead then gets to her feet once more, reaching down to unlace her boots as she walks to the end of the couch. Before Chris can protest, she slips out of them and then behind his head, giving him a warm place to rest his head that's surprisingly free of knives. Mostly. She has to shift one out of the way as she helps him lie back.
"Now hush, both of you, and focus on the healing and recovery. All else waits for now unless it's urgent." She gives them each a stern look, but it's wistful at its edges. This is something she's done hundreds of times, the habit nostalgic, easy, and painful all at once. The pain she keeps down by distracting herself with clearing Chris' forehead of mussed curls, and the rest... is useful enough to let it be for now.