That was all much too sincere for her. Hawke would rather be punched in the face with a fist than with feelings. The discomfort shows; for a few moments she seems off her guard, dark eyes wide. "I...." Does not compute. "I would say this isn't the afterlife, but it could be. I was about to die myself, before I came here. But not everyone else, so. Probably not." Sweet Andraste he is not what she expected. It isn't nice to come out of a fountain and be all real and serious!

"Don't know if it's a duty either. They haven't really seemed to ask anything of us outside of live." Hawke shrugs, starting to gain back her ease. "You can't change back to an old man, so you might as well enjoy being fit again. No sense dwelling." Yes, no sense dwelling, please. She picks out one of her knives and slings it casually around her fingers, no threat in it, just something to do with her hands as a distraction. "There's an inn and houses nearby you can live in, if you want. Food in there too, group items to share, some vague explanation of what goes on here that I looked at for a few minutes."