Hawke knows all about playing painful things off with a laugh, and her heart goes out to the other woman. She knows time is the only way to open people up, not everyone pours things on the line like her. "Well fuck them, then. I hereby invite you into the Champion of Kirkwall's inner gang of friends." She points at herself when she says Champion, because yes, she's technically that, even after her horrible failure. "I hope you don't mind sarcastic violent rogues who think they're funnier than they are. That's all we let in."

She takes her daggers back, knowing she is going to need to get sheaths for them soon. Maybe a question to pose to Tony later, depending on his projects. "Ahhhh, that's a potentially dangerous route to take with someone. If they're all you have, they can exploit a great deal from you. If it's the wrong someone. Apologies if it's not the case there, I'm just naturally suspicious of everyone." Hawke owes people; she owes money and love and lives, but her allegiance was to herself and doing What (Mostly) Felt Right.