--- Again she laughed. There had been times she’d taken it personally, but familiarity had grown, and she understood him now. “I haven’t seen either of you in ages. S’not as unlikely as you think.” She chuckled fondly as she found things that would at least fit her. “Really did walk into that one though.”
She moved to the other door, not wanting to push too much. “Look if I’m fluttering too much I can keep quiet. Used to bunk with Beth, I am capable of being stealthy. Anders’ll let you both sleep if I’m quiet enough. But what I do need is to get this desert off me. So I’m doing that once I find what’s behind this door. If you want me to hush just tell me.” Poking around where she might not be wanted was a specialty. And now she’d addressed the spectre in the room she was curious about it. What she found wasn’t what she expected and she did startle at the big mirror. “Maker, I am a mess.” Hair longer then she liked it, and she swore she could see dust along her skin in the faint light the bedroom gave off. She looked more wary, too. Her Mother had had a mirror, smaller though, and the difference between that and this was vast. It didn’t ease her suspicion about money though. ---
'Sleep' was still a strange concept to Justice. Hawke had done her best, over the years, to explain its necessity, and in their time spent amongst the rebel mages he had noted the brittle, worn quality that others picked up when denied it. And yet it still skewed far too close to Sloth for him to feel comfortable with the notion where he was concerned. As Kristoff he had never needed it, and while on an academic level he understood the difference between a living body and a dead one (Anders was, after all, a healer first and foremost) it still vexed him.
Vexed or no, however, he knew enough of Hawke to understand she would not let it lie, and as a sign of grudging acquiescence leant down to begin removing his boots.
Her voice carried from the next room, and he responded. "Your appearance is, I am told, not displeasing. Neither is the 'fluttering'. What have you found?"
---- Despite knowing he needed rest, she also knew she’d need to burn the excess energy off. She’d been primed since Weisshaupt, where she always felt like she was one breath away from a fight, and now she was finally able to relax. A lot of that had to do with his presence, of having found him again and knowing he was safe. That, despite the whole kidnapping and ghosts bit they were relatively safe.
But she also knew how the fact that if she had no outlet, such things could get annoying. It had driven Beth up the walls when they were living with Gamlen, and she’d learned very quickly to find something to do, but quietly. But if he said he didn’t mind too much, it was the truth.
“You’re sweet,” she leaned into the room. “That my hair’s too long.” She knew he’d not follow that thought though, even if she was joking. “Big mirror.” The only one of this size she’d ever seen had been Merrill’s and she was tempted to ask him if this one was fine. But she also wanted him to rest. “And contraptions I don’t understand.” It all had a use of some sort, but what that was she wasn’t terribly clear on. She had ideas, and once she could explore but they weren’t things she had to do now. ---