The magic, though. That's something she's intimately aware of, that she hadn't had a grip on her magic before, that, now, it's back. Hawke does flex her fingers and her stance shifts to widen some, to ground herself better, ready for a fight, but her arms don't leave her side. So, she knows, but she doesn't act on that knowledge.
Not until she has to, but it looks like they've winded down to talking it out. ]
No, you're right. It doesn't. I'm aware it was a bit... overkill. [ Then she eyes him, well, not even more warily, as she'd never quite stopped doing that. ] Then whose, if not his own?
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The magic, though. That's something she's intimately aware of, that she hadn't had a grip on her magic before, that, now, it's back. Hawke does flex her fingers and her stance shifts to widen some, to ground herself better, ready for a fight, but her arms don't leave her side. So, she knows, but she doesn't act on that knowledge.
Not until she has to, but it looks like they've winded down to talking it out. ]
No, you're right. It doesn't. I'm aware it was a bit... overkill. [ Then she eyes him, well, not even more warily, as she'd never quite stopped doing that. ] Then whose, if not his own?