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Hawke's first day in Skyhold involved sleeping like the dead in Varric's bed. The second, mostly like the dead. She woke a few times to drink water until she thought she would burst, eat a few bites of something that was safe for her stomach, and curl back up.
The note to Anders had simply asked him to check in on her, and she was sleeping when he did, Varric stepping away while there was another familiar face to watch her.
She had her head buried under a pillow, arm pinning it tightly to hide her face, fingers twitching as she dreamed. Her thin wrist was about all that could be seen, scars lining the back of her hand, disappearing under the shirt up her arm.
Mostly she was just a bony lump under a heavy quilt, curled into a ball in the middle of the bed.
The note to Anders had simply asked him to check in on her, and she was sleeping when he did, Varric stepping away while there was another familiar face to watch her.
She had her head buried under a pillow, arm pinning it tightly to hide her face, fingers twitching as she dreamed. Her thin wrist was about all that could be seen, scars lining the back of her hand, disappearing under the shirt up her arm.
Mostly she was just a bony lump under a heavy quilt, curled into a ball in the middle of the bed.
