[Hawke isn't the comforting type. She's never been, not really, and it suits her. But that doesn't mean she's heartless, and fuck, she got to meet that baby even if it was only for a few minutes. He had an undeniable spark in him, and it reminded her too much of Bethany and Carver when they were little.
So she leaves out several bottles of expensive alcohol outside his room, the last of her stock from home. It'll go to better use with him, anyway. There's no letter or anything to indicate who left this behind—except for a small cowl nestled between the rum and wine.]