Her mention of Varric got a genuine laugh, and a muttered, affectionate "Bastard." It was good to know the Dwarf was still, presumably, a given measure of alright, after how things had ended. They'd been friends, once, before Anders had torn the heart out of Kirkwall - maybe given time they could be again - and it was obvious how much Varric cared for Hawke.
He reached to brush her hair back from her cheek, let his hand settle cradling the nape of her neck as he regarded her fondly. "War's not over yet, obviously, but it's a start. Just need to figure out how we get home from wherever this is." His grin became slightly more wicked. "Which I reckon can wait until tomorrow."
--- “He’d tell you he’s perfectly legitimate.” she smiled to the recollection. She’d tried a bit, in Skyhold, to mend some fences but they weren’t her fences to mend. She knew Varric hadn’t quite forgotten who she’d picked in the end, but he’d still kept how to find either of them to himself. That meant something.
She leaned into the touch, feeling some of the energy bleed from her. Granted, if he let her go she was fairly sure she’d go right back to exploring, there were afterall some cabinets she hadn’t looked into and her old habit of taking everything that wasn’t nailed down hadn’t quite left her because you never did know when things could be useful. “It can aye,” she returned his smile, going to set her arms around him. “Oh, forgot something though.” Smiling she leaned in to kiss him. ---