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Scire let out a heavy breath, before gathering Hawke in his arms again and nodding to the Breton witch.

"Thanks, Agatha." He whispered humbly, before backing away and heading up to the stairs.

He kicked open the door to his room, marched to the bed, and lay Hawke out on it, unwrapping her from her cloak, and laying her underneath the quilt. He pulled his cowl from her head, and set her cloak down at the foot of the bed, before kneeling beside her for a moment. He studied her face, trying to drink in details as he knew she'd hide it from him again, and kissed her forehead before abruptly rising and walking out, shutting the door behind himself, leaving Hawke in the dark.