Chris' fingers find Hawke's hair as well and trace down along his cheek to his jaw as green eyes follow the path. There's some guilt in him for the familiar action now. He should talk to Hawke about that too, clear the air if Amelia's wrong or let him know Chris knows if she's right. She shouldn't have spoken for him, he stands by that, but it's done now. If she was right, Hawke had his reasons for not telling Chris himself.

"Right now...I...I think I just need time. It's been a day. I can't sort my head that quickly without other things factoring in, asking me what I need now's..." he bites his lip and looks down to Hawke's beard instead. "It's too much. I might not know for a long while or ever...but if I do, I'll come to you. I promise." So maybe just patience.

"I'm worried for you and Amelia and your safety, but that'll pass with time and no consequences. I'd not have asked you to do that...but I'm selfishly glad you did." He looks back to Wolfe's ice-blue gaze as his hand moves back to run through the mage's hair again. "I do feel safer knowing I'll not happen across them."