This isn't the first time Hawke's mined, although those were few and far in between and usually for very specific things. But it's something active and something that doesn't include scouting for animals, which is the priority for her these days. She's preparing for a hunt. Still, she really likes this Stark fellow and there is plenty to like about taking aggression out on the cave. She's been working hard so far, her sizable arm strength making an appearance as she tears through the rock and makes her nice little pile to take later. She's covered in soot and really should take a break, but eh. The burn feels good.

She doesn't know she's accidentally stabbed into something unexpected until she gets a face full of black powder. Shadow dust. Yikes. She coughs and wipes it off her face. There's an oddly nice taste outside of the soot. She's certainly had worse in her face. Hawke didn't ingest a whole lot, but she did ingest enough that as she kept mining away, she notices it's lacking the same whack. Less satisfying. Confused, she tries again, and she drops the axe. When she leans down to get it, her hand quite can't seem to grasp it.

"What the fuck is going on?" she questions, looking at her hands.