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Crimson stayed in his command tent for a long while, moving to sit down in a seat around the conference table, then giving off a small sigh.

He lazily drew some circles on the table's surface for a bit with his finger and ran a hand through the braids of his hair, thinking or perhaps just reflecting, before rising and heading off to his own quarters.

"Hawke?" Scire asked groggily, waking up around mid-morning, feeling rather well rested.