She didn’t speak, letting him take stock. Many might be surprised she could manage not to interject with some sort of comment, or make some ill timed attempt at a joke but she wasn’t all that rough. She knew he needed the grounding touch, and the quiet. So she let her fingers curl around his and returned the gentle touches.
“Working on it.” She hadn’t been told where the Seeker’s made their base, but such things had hardly ever stopped her. And now she’d settled Weisshaupt, and solved that problem it was high time she collected on that debt, and pay the Seekers a visit. “Let me lean on Varric a little, whenever we see him next.” She was more distant from her oldest friend, these days, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how to get him to talk. And she knew him. Sooner or later, he’d write it down. Then it was a matter of sorting the grain of salt out of the bullshit. “He’ll know something.”
She blinked at the question, “‘course not. Justice wouldn’t you know.” Not without a really good cause and even then she had faith she could talk him down. She had, before, when he’d been at his angriest. “Even ensured I knew that wishing for things to be different doesn’t mean he doesn’t like the way things are now. It was really sweet, actually.” The last was said with a smile. “And I told him off for not letting you be angry. He might raise complaints but he’s fond in his own way.” She gave him another smile. “You need some water?” ---
"Do you have anything stronger?" His smile returned, more certain now, relief palpable in his tone. "That's a… water's fine, he's still Not Letting Me Drink. And also not ever living down being called 'sweet', sorry Justice."
He pressed a kiss to her fingers before releasing them. "He's been doing that a lot. Jumping in, before I can… You know, before anything happens? Which is great, really, it's…" A sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck, wearily. "I'm glad you fixed the whole Corypheus thing. Things might actually get back to 'normal'. Current ghost kidnap situation notwithstanding."
--- She straightened when he let her go. “I can always go steal something from the bar,” she gave teasingly before grinning. “He even let me cuddle. He just likes to complain, honestly. We’ll work on the whole drinks thing.” She could sort of understand it though. Justice was big on control, and alcohol blurred the edges.
“It’s not great. He can’t just override when he thinks it’s too much. That’s not fair. If you want to be angry, you can.” She shook her head . “I’ll tell him it’s not Just next time he does it, don’t think I won’t.” That might get the point across. “I didn’t, alas. I had to go deal with Weisshaupt, mainly because it had gone dead quiet and someone had to. Inquisition dealt with old Corypheus. Actually dead, this time. Turns out he was jumping into Blight corrupted people, for an extra dose of terrifying nonsense.” Which made her extra pleased he hadn’t been there. “S’how he got out when we found him. But remove that option and apparently stabbing him a lot actually takes.” She started moving, this time to find something to let him drink. The room with the big mirror turned out to have a cup, and after some fiddling with the contraptions near it she managed to get some water.
She returned and held the glass out to him. “Here. Found out what the contraptions do. It’s fine, I tried it.” ---