Hawke shrugs. That thought had occurred to her in some measure, though it's difficult to prove. Anyone could be lying about anything and they would likely never know. All the same, Hawke doesn't think so for most of them, though this is hollow comfort at the moment.

"I guess we'll just have to stay and find out," Hawke says wryly, as though they have much of a choice. "There's a tavern in the village. You could go have a drink and listen to a few conversations. They're always gathering points, even when your population is tiny like Lothering."

She probably won't go anywhere for a while. At this point she needs some time to let the hope and happiness fade. Time to stop hoping that Bethany might turn up. Or Aveline. Or even her family mabari.

Having Fenris here gives her more than a little happiness, though. While she doesn't mind the Inquisitor, Fenris is an actual friend, someone who has been at her side far longer than she can count. Someone who had plenty of opportunities to turn tail and leave her or turn against her when their ideals clashed. But he never did. He has always followed her and for that she will be eternally grateful.