Hawke's mouth open and closes a few times as he tries to process, well, all of that. Between Varric apparently going to write a book about him (her?) and the fact that this 'Hawke' becomes famous enough that complete strangers know him? Maker he needs a drink. "This is doing nothing to convince me this isn't the Fade, because it sounds completely insane," but he's mostly in denial right now.

Hawke sighs, dragging a hand down his face. "Why do I get the feeling this migraine I'm developing is never going to go away?"