"Not everyone. I've met a few people who are exactly what they seem. My uncle Gamlen for example. As difficult as he appears right away." She doesn't know she'd go so far as to say simple, but he also doesn't have many intricacies underneath it all. Hawke's dealt with others that way, and sometimes it's better, to know up front who someone is. "But point made. No one who has an interest in world saving can be. That's a tall order for all." Hawke's only contribution to world saving is how she died. Kirkwall was difficult enough.

She's not great with the comfort; she's great with the funny commentary. This isn't one of those moments. While she cannot entirely fathom what a loss of something like that would be, her sympathy is at least honest. It's not the first time she's been the bearer of bad tidings, and for someone else she might have tried to joke about it. They don't know each other that well, but beyond that, this is a major blow. Even if they get more powers, like she said, they aren't his. Part of his identity is stripped away. There's no way to comfort that fully.

"Glass is what you'd go for? I was thinking colorful furniture. Comfier chairs. A table to play cards at. Of course I'd end up making this into a new pub, rather than what you'd likely to drape it in all fancily."