"You shouldn't apologise," Isabela managed, though she'd frozen up for a moment when he hugged her. "It isn't as though you came back here on purpose, is it? I get the impression things just happen." She searched for words. "I've not been seeing your father long, but I can say with pretty reasonable certitude that you're his entire world, so to hear I helped." Helped raise you. "It's lovely, but also surprising and bloody scary." She laughed softly. "I presume he or I told you about Thedas and what I got up to there." One of Hawke's favourite jokes was about how awful an influence Isabela would be on children. It was just a lot to process. To know she made a life here. Would this all happen in her future? Did she want it to or not?