She can see it in everything Fenris does, everything he isn't saying. His surprise is as clear to her as the water dripping from his clothes and hair. There's little she can do about that, but if Evelyn hadn't already confirmed her suspicions, Fenris' reaction certainly would take the uncertainty from it.

According to both of them, she really had died in the Fade. They might never find a body, but that mattered little. No physical form could survive in the Fade. Not without powerful magic like the Inquisitor's Anchor.

For a moment, Hawke says nothing, simply helps adjust the cloak around Fenris' shoulders. It needs to be just right, as though making clothes fit and work properly will ease the pain of her passing on both of them. As though she can erase the knowledge of her death and give them both something happy. But she can't. Not this time and part of her wants to ask after Bethany, to see how Cailan has been taking care of her, but she doesn't do that, either. To do so would be to make the whole thing too real. Neither she nor Fenris needs that right now.

So instead, she closes her eyes briefly. "I know. Varric would have sent letters." And she knows exactly what they would have said. Her tone begins somber and sad, but quickly grows into her normal teasing dry humor, the tone that she uses when she doesn't want to face something painful. "I'm sure he commented on my dashing hair and how much I've missed everyone. I bet Aveline's waiting to kick my ass for making her worry."

All of her companions had been her friends, real friends, but Bethany, Varric, and Aveline had always somehow been the closest. Even with Bethany locked up in the Circle for so many years.

Not including Anders, of course, but Hawke rarely included him in much of anything these days.

Her face softens just slightly. "Come on. I have a house not far from here. We can talk easier there."