He wants to snap at Hawke, tell him off for continuing to try and heal and for the brush of magic he can feel against his skin, even if he's not sure what it's for. But Amelia starts humming and it steals his attention a moment.

A night in the Charm, a couple older sailors a little too far into their cups began to sing. He could remember folding his skirt awkwardly in his fingers, half expecting someone to tell his clients to keep quiet...but then another table started in and Riol behind the bar joined as well. All through the room, conversation halted to listen or sing in turn. Chris had asked them to teach him the words after that.

He sings them now, low and soft to join her tune as something shifts uncomfortably in him. He hadn't been expecting this little piece of home. Hawke leans in close and Chris' eyes squeeze tighter to stave off the sting that starts in them. It doesn't quite stop the trail of a couple tears that see themselves free.

When the song is done, he sighs and moves to sit up as a hand comes up to swipe at his face. "Didn't know you knew that one...glad for it." Another breath. and he swipes a hand back through his hair and makes to stand so he can put his underthings back on and the loose pants he'd been wearing before. "I owe you both, but it's getting later."