It's not a question. Not after the way Cullen speaks with resignation to his fate. All it serves to do is make Hawke worry -- he should have noticed if something was troubling Cullen. But this isn't about him. Cullen tries to stand, and Hawke holds him steady, holds him down and in his lap. He brushes a stray lock of hair out of Cullen's face and smiles down at him. How tired he still is shows on his face, but he ignores it.
"Don't push yourself. I've got you, okay?"
He wants to brush his lips over Cullen's forehead, to reassure him but something about the way Cullen looks right now gives him pause.
"Do you need a healer -- Someone from one of the other worlds might be able to help," okay so he's babbling a little bit and he clears his throat and focuses on the issue on hand. "Will you tell me what's going on?"
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It's not a question. Not after the way Cullen speaks with resignation to his fate. All it serves to do is make Hawke worry -- he should have noticed if something was troubling Cullen. But this isn't about him. Cullen tries to stand, and Hawke holds him steady, holds him down and in his lap. He brushes a stray lock of hair out of Cullen's face and smiles down at him. How tired he still is shows on his face, but he ignores it.
"Don't push yourself. I've got you, okay?"
He wants to brush his lips over Cullen's forehead, to reassure him but something about the way Cullen looks right now gives him pause.
"Do you need a healer -- Someone from one of the other worlds might be able to help," okay so he's babbling a little bit and he clears his throat and focuses on the issue on hand. "Will you tell me what's going on?"