[ she already screeched her anger out into the sea, where only the gods could hear her cries. if that ends up summoning an eldritch horror sometime later, she absolutely did not do it. but also... hehe?
for now, she just cradles him, rocking back and forth and hums a short lullaby. her voice isn't anything to write home about but the soothing tune of a big sister caring for the little ones echoes well enough. being the last hawke alive was a curse she never wanted but right now at least it seems to be doing some sort of good. ]
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for now, she just cradles him, rocking back and forth and hums a short lullaby. her voice isn't anything to write home about but the soothing tune of a big sister caring for the little ones echoes well enough. being the last hawke alive was a curse she never wanted but right now at least it seems to be doing some sort of good. ]