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[igetthatalot]

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.

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[igetthatalot]

"It's always the quiet ones, isn't it..."

[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.

[igetthatalot]

"Tell you what, Hawke. I'll go and let people know you woke up, give them an idea of how you're doing, and then head back here," Varric says. "A little more napping would probably do you good."

[birdofkirkwall]

"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."

[igetthatalot]

"Wouldn't dream of keeping him away," Varric says. "Sweet dreams."

[birdofkirkwall]

There's a yawn, and Hawke settles further into her sheets.

"Th'nks Varric. F'everything."