Chris' wings flare out to block the other man instead of cocoon as he tries to move around him. His tone takes on a bite once more, that glow lingering in him.

"Adalwolfe Hawke, you are no use to them right now and you are going back on your word." Chris' hand grabs the front of Hawke's shirt at the same time his other hand rests gently on his waist, both to guide and offer something softer than his tone.

"You told me you would let others help you and that you would let them bare the consequences they signed on for. Are you telling me Amelia and Morrigan can neither bare the weight of what they're facing nor call on anyone else who might wish to protect and support them? You cannot be in two places and they both deserve more respect in their trials than your self-sorrowful blame. If you go to them now, you'll be demanding they support themselves and you and your guilt will only grow."