“Hold a moment.” He nods to them and vanishes back into the room with Jacob, the rest of his clothes in hand, and returns with his key to marzipan terrace only.

He presses it into Amelia’s hand and gives it a squeeze, his other hand brushing by her shoulder. She was as hesitant about touch as he was, so even if part of him craved it right now, he didn’t reach for more. To Hawke, he pauses only so long to reach up and brush his fingers through Hawke’s hair before stepping back.

“Thank you, loves…truly. I-“ brambles flood his throat and his mouth works a moment before any words find their way out. There was too much, like a churning sea beneath calm waves…but he simply couldn’t. Shouldn’t. So he doesn’t. It gets buried away and he simply nods to them before turning to head back to Jacob’s room. His assassin’s arms were empty and it seemed a good place to bury himself a while.