No matter how much he might pretend that he didn't care for Bethany, that he felt betrayed by her, there was still a part of him that cared deeply for his friend. He hated it. Hated that someone could get under his skin so much. Hated that it made him feel weak - but it didn't. Friendship could be good, he realised that over the years. He'd never had that before Kirkwall, and Bethany had been a huge part of it.

He'd caught sight of her as he'd been headed to the tavern, and she was not behaving as she should. Making sure she didn't see him, he padded along behind her, trying to work out what she was doing. Stretching out at the edge of the battlements had him hurrying over to her. Something definitely was wrong, and if he let anything happen to Bethany, Hawke would find her way back from wherever she was to kill him, he was sure. "Bethany?" he asked gently, trying not to spook her. "What are you looking for?"