"Darktown?" Concern creased Hawke's brow and she drew herself up out of the bed, wrapping the blanket around herself like a toga and hoping that somewhere in this place her clothes might be located. She moved towards the only entrance into their little cave and took a deep breath.
"I'm not sure it could be Darktown," she said, but her voice was still concerned. "It doesn't smell nearly foul enough. Can you make some light? I don't fancy walking around in my skin while we sort this out." That was a whole other worry. She and Anders...well...their history wasn't exactly the cleanest, in any sense of the word. She'd only just started to let herself feel for him again. That wasn't the right phrase. She didn't think she'd ever stopped feeling for him, or ever would. She loved the man, maker help her. But she couldn't forgive him. Didn't want to forgive him. But couldn't let him go.
And ending up naked in bed with him while still sorting through those complicated emotions wasn't exactly the best way to be carrying on. No matter how comforting it might have been for the brief moments between sleeping and waking.