Hawke doesn't react right away, witty or quick responses ready at her tongue, but she purposely bites them back. She waits and stays where she is, so he can decide what he wants to do. If he wants to laugh it away entirely, she'd pause only a little, but follow his lead. She hopes not because to get to this point, for people like them, it takes a lot. They are almost the same height so her hand moves easily from only touching his shoulder to sliding around it entirely, giving him a side hug as long as he allows it.

Half of all living life gone, bloody hell. That's a lot to process, but she focuses on him only. "You weren't sure who was half the living or dying," she guesses quietly. "But you know now." He said closure, which meant an answer was given to a question, and she wonders how high the number of deaths that included. People who were not here, obviously, as he could be close to them instead of off on his own. Hawke feels like this is deeply personal, and there are a few guesses as to what that means. She can't know though.

"Who was it?" A someone? Multiple someones? An entire city?