Nodding wordlessly, Hawke braces his hand in Chris' to stand back up, though most of his weight he puts on his own legs and it shows in how one of his knees pops for standing. Part of him thinks he should let go then, the sinister voice in the back of his head whispering that this is his weakness to bear and Chris shouldn't have to shoulder him when he'd made a promise that he could handle this. That he's terrible for leaning where he should be able to stand up on his own. But the part of him that's simply Adalwolfe, that loves and thinks for himself, that listens and takes advice to heart, holds Chris' hand fast in his as they walk back into the house.

"Will you stay awhile? It's alright if you have other things you need to do, I'll still stay and rest, but... I'd like it if you stayed." He asks like it's a secret, voice soft and tired, not just for running on so little sleep and the knowledge he can't get any, but for feeling wrung out. Still, he asks. Chris had said he only takes on who he wishes, so he has to trust that he'll say no if that's his want.

What is that like, to effortlessly choose to say no? To step back when you need it without fear or regret? He wonders, and he admires Chris for this ability and so much else besides.