[She reaches out, hand heading towards his arm to touch comfortingly, before she thinks better of it and stops. Her fingers are mere inches from him, but instead she just gives him a small smile and drops her hand back to her side. They might not be there yet. She doesn't want to presume.]
We'll celebrate the one Hawke gave you, then. When is that?
[She'll have to keep that in mind for the next time.]
You should leave that up to the people who are glad you're in this world, Fenris. I don't imagine you'd want a big party, but a small gathering of friends can be arranged.
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We'll celebrate the one Hawke gave you, then. When is that?
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Sixth Solace. There is little to celebrate, though.
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You should leave that up to the people who are glad you're in this world, Fenris. I don't imagine you'd want a big party, but a small gathering of friends can be arranged.
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Ugh. You're as bad as the dwarf.
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[It's not in his tone, though. He loves Varric. ]