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Here's the thing about Qunari. By and large, they generally do one thing with their lives, and they do it really, really well. A Qunari who bears the title of Arishok? Is really, really good at getting other Qunari to obey him without question. And most of the time, what impresses Qunari warriors enough to obey without question is martial prowess.

Hawke just barely survived her duel with one.

Varric is only the latest in the line of attendants at Hawke's bedside the day after her duel with the Qunari leader. Healing magic can't accomplish everything, so someone's got to keep an eye on her until she comes around.

Date: 2011-04-12 04:10 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (despair)
From: [personal profile] birdofkirkwall
It's quite some time into Varric's vigil over Hawke that the newly-dubbed Champion stirs. Fighting through the haze of unconsciousness as she slowly becomes aware of things around her.

The first, before she even opens her eyes, is the distinctive cadence of Varric's voice somewhere to her right. Second, is the fact that she's laying down. Thirdly, and lastly for the moment, is the sudden flare of pain seemingly everywhere on her body.

That aught to get Varric's attention.

Date: 2011-04-12 04:33 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (despair)
From: [personal profile] birdofkirkwall
For a moment, Hawke just groans as everything throbs, next, she manages to rasp out an impressively creative string of cursing that'd give even Isabela pause. The Hanged Man has been a bad influence on her, it seems.

"What happened?" she says finally, blue eyes trying to focus on the dwarf beside her.

Date: 2011-04-12 04:40 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (despair)
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"Don't mean that," she croaks, and manages to lift a hand to scrub tiredly at her face. "I remember fighting him, and the cheering, and...talking to Isabela, then...nothing."

Date: 2011-04-12 04:47 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (serious)
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"I don't...I was fine...ish."

She frowns.

"I hurt like you wouldn't believe, but I was conscious and vertical at least."

Date: 2011-04-12 04:53 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (serious)
From: [personal profile] birdofkirkwall
There's a wry grin from the woman on the bed, or, at least an attempt at one.

"Certainly got my fill of those from the Arishok. Bastard tossed me around like a rag-doll."

Date: 2011-04-12 04:59 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (smile)
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She gives a half-laugh before grimacing as her ribs protest.

"Damnit Varric, I can't laugh right now."

Date: 2011-04-12 11:58 pm (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (serious)
From: [personal profile] birdofkirkwall
"Like I've been trampled and skewered by a particularly large Quinari," she snarks making to sit up in bed slightly, then thinking better of it. "Ugh. Not such a good idea."

Date: 2011-04-13 12:05 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (smile)
From: [personal profile] birdofkirkwall
"That would do it, wouldn't it?" she says softly, mental taking what exactly is hurting at the moment. "Y'could get Isab- someone to get some of the Hanged Man's finest. Then again, if I'm as bad off as I think I am, that may do in my innards for good."

Date: 2011-04-13 12:11 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (determined)
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"A while yet to go before I'm up and about, I think," says Hawke as she looks over at her companion, only to close her eyes as her world tilts oddly and her stomach turns. "At this rate I'm bound to just be cranky and hit people."

Date: 2011-04-13 12:27 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (serious)
From: [personal profile] birdofkirkwall
"A little break sounds very good," she admits with a bit of softness in her voice. "Feels like I haven't really stopped moving or having to be at someplace or another, since I arrived in Kirkwall."

Date: 2011-04-13 12:35 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (focused)
From: [personal profile] birdofkirkwall
"Yeah," she says, equally soft as before as she slowly just lets herself relax. "Maybe once I'm up an about, we can all have a bit of a break. Y'know? Just the lot of us on the town for the night."

Date: 2011-04-13 12:39 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (smirk)
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"Yes," Hawke says mildly. "Because Merrill's such the rabble-rouser when you get some drinks into her."

Date: 2011-04-13 12:46 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (serious)
From: [personal profile] birdofkirkwall
"Mmmmhmmm."

Errr. If Varric has anything else to say, he better do so quickly. Hawke is fading fast at this point, allowing her mind to wander along the mental image of an inebriated and rowdy Merrill.

Date: 2011-04-13 12:49 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (smile)
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"M'kay," she manages, cracking an eye open as the bed shifts and a familiar, furry visage settles onto the end of it. "Looks like it's someone else's turn to keep watch, anyway."

Date: 2011-04-13 12:53 am (UTC)
birdofkirkwall: (serious)
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There's a yawn, and Hawke settles further into her sheets.

"Th'nks Varric. F'everything."

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