Jainen
FereldenCullen gave Hawke a few moments alone before approaching her where she stood apart from the others in the Tower’s solar. The look of terror had only lasted a second, but he had seen it often enough to recognize that this situation was dredging up dangerous memories best left buried. Plus feelings about Anders that Cullen would have preferred remain only memories.
Hawke had turned toward the wall with her back to the room and wrapped her arms tightly across her body, like she literally was holding herself together.
Cullen slipped his hands over her shoulders. “How are you holding up?”
“Oh, I’m fine.”
He wet his lower lip and mustered his courage to address her fears, and his own. “You’re worried about Anders.”
She sighed and slipped her hands up over his on her shoulders. “I’m worried about all of us. But, yes, especially him. I hate that I can’t tell if we’ve just walked into a trap meant for him. Another trap.” She made a frustrated sound deep in her throat. “I wish I knew where he was, and yet I have to be grateful, again, that I don’t know. Just in case.”
Cullen’s resentment toward Anders burned anew that Hawke was being called upon again to protect the mage at the risk of her own safety and peace of mind. Even in absentia, Anders was in her thoughts, and maybe her heart.
“I’m sure Anders is safe,” Cullen said, schooling his expression to hide his true feelings. “If they expected him to be here, then clearly they still do not know where to look.”
“True.” She didn’t sound convinced, the hollow despondency in her voice the mirror of those days after their encounter in Gwaren. Cullen’s anger surged impotently that after all these weeks, Hawke could backslide so easily, and there was so little he could do.
He turned her around to face him, still holding her shoulders. “I won’t let them harm you this time,” he said fiercely. “Not ever. Certainly not on his account.”
The defeated look in her eyes receded as she gazed at him, surprised at his fervor. She searched his face and her eyes softened. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“It’s what I do, Grace.”
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