He frowned, but over this last while, he'd learned about Hawke. She was not only independent but capable, tending toward caring for others before caring for herself.

To say that was familiar would have been quite the understatement.

And so he exhaled, shook his head - but then squeezed her shoulders and leaned into kiss her forehead, more a press of lips than a real kiss. It was fond, concerned, but trusting. "Stay in the sun, Okhti. I would not lose you could it be avoided. And as soon as we are done, I intend to find you and make certain you are still with me."