Chris’ wings glare and for a moment the air around them darkens as Chris’ voice does.

“Adalwolfe Hawke, you promised, don’t you walk from me.”

He reaches out to grab Hawke’s arm, eyes an unnaturally bright green for the effects he’s laid from his magic. “You said you could do this and that you’d be able to handle those following you falling with you as well. plus, I happen to know both of them have someone else to look after them right now. Are you to tell me their loved ones aren’t good enough for the job?”