Answered a prompt from kink meme where the prompt was: During a fight, Isabela gets injured. Anders patches it up but... she's got facial scarring-scar from an explosion, or from a blade/claw, whatever. For a woman who relies on her appearance, this is a big hit to her confidence, especially when men stop trying to get into her knickers as much. Cue Hawke (already LI or not) making it very clear they love her regardless of appearance.
Part I
"Messere! Messere!"
Hawke turned to address the out of breath Bodahn with an arched brow, kneeling down and grabbing the dwarf by the shoulders so he didn't run into her. He looked like he was going to be sick.
"What is it Bodahn?" She asked with a frown, looking over her shoulder to see the same worried look sketched on each of her companions faces.
"Messere Gamlen is being quizzed by Meredith on your friendship with that young mage in the Alienage and the healer! He sent me here to fetch you!" Bodahn panted with his hands fastened around the caps of his knees, begging for breath.
Hawke stiffened at the dwarf's words, giving Varric, Aveline and Isabela a look of complete loss; for not what were they supposed to do? Meredith had been looking for her ever since Mother's death and despite how many letters Carver had sent her to stay out of trouble, Meredith still seemed to find a way to try and contact her.
Aveline took a step forward. "Me and Varric will come with you to your estate," the guardswoman motioned to Isabela a moment after who seemed uncharacteristically nonchalant about the whole thing. "Isabela will gather Merrill and Anders and take them to hide with Fenris in his mansion."
"Splendid idea, I'm sure Fenris will absolutely love two mages spending time in his household." Isabela snorted with a playful smile playing on her lips but even Hawke couldn't mistake the anxiety in the Rivaini pirate's golden hues, such anxiety shooting a painful spurt of iciness into Hawke's throat.
Aveline herself wasn't amused by Isabela's banter and crossed her arms over her armoured chest. "Better suggestions whore? And before you say anything, that was a rhetorical question."
Isabela shrugged and played idly with the hilt of her daggers. "Didn't sound much like one."
"This isn't the time to be arguing!" Hawke snapped at them both, placing a hand on Aveline's shoulder to turn the older woman towards her. "If this is the plan then lets get to it, you and Varric go on ahead."
Aveline hesitated for a moment, obviously weary about leaving both Hawke and Isabela alone but that decision was taken away from her when Varric went on ahead, calling Red behind his shoulder as he started to head his way up to Hightown.
"Be careful Hawke," Aveline said in a solemn whisper, marching after Varric with her usual soldier-like swagger.
Now alone with her pirate companion Hawke took in a deep breath and turned to face Isabela, her brow creased in concern. "Be careful out there Isabela, I don't want you getting involved with the templars if you manage to see them."
Isabela grinned at the apostate, taking a step forward until she could look down into Hawke's cold eyes with a feral smirk. "No need to be worried about me Hawke, I'm the picture of innocence around here! But you know what I was thinking, how about not going to your estate? Because…How can I put this? You're a mage aren't you?"
Hawke didn't truly like where Isabela was going with this, but still she allowed Isabela to speak with a cautious nod.
"And the flaming Knight-Commander is in your estate. Call me ridiculous, but I don't think you going there is a very good idea." Strange, Hawke really had thought Isabela would come up with something ridiculous, instead she was pleasantly - if somewhat flattered - surprised at Isabela's concern.
"And what would you suggest?" Hawke found herself saying with her chin lifted up high, despite knowing that Isabela hated it when she did such a thing but she couldn't help it; Isabela was by far much taller then herself and that alone made Hawke feel slightly intimidated by the older Rivaini pirate. "It doesn't matter what the Knight-Commander wants, I'm under the protection of the viscount."
"Oh Hawke, you naïve little thing." Isabela replied with a quirk of her lips, stepping back down one step so that she was straight in the middle of the stairway to Hightown and Lowtown. "Keep believing that if you want, but here's a tip. Don't get stabbed." Isabela threw Hawke a wink after that, turning her back on the apostate to start her descent down the stairway.
"Isabela!" Hawke called after the pirate, growling slightly at how Isabela didn't bother to turn around to look at her. "Stay out of trouble!"
"I'll try!" Isabela called back up with a gleeful laugh, the lie making Hawke's ears ring with concern before the apostate shrugged it off. Isabela was making her too soft.
"Ooh are we going to see Anders?" Merrill asked Isabela with her big, kitten-like eyes that made Isabela soften instantly. "I hear his found a kitten now! Maybe that will make him smile a bit more."
Isabela smirked and let one lone finger caress the palm of Merrill's hand that was clamped fiercely around her own, gently pulling the elven mage along the dark corridors of Darktown with her amber eyes searching everywhere for thieves and thugs.
"Anders wouldn't smile even if you paid him Kitten…" Isabela whispered with a slight chuckle, creeping through the shadows as though she was gliding on thin ice; soft and silent and completely focused.
"I think Hawke would like him more if he smiled, he certainly likes Hawke!" Merrill said brightly and rather loudly, forgetting that Isabela had told her not to raise her voice too loud.
Isabela couldn't find it in her to scold her young elven friend and instead gave Merrill what she hoped to be a kind frown (although she was pretty sure such a thing did not go together) and wide eyes. "Kitten if he likes Hawke then he'll need more than a nice smile, he needs a good body too and a shave. His stubble is getting too gritty even for my tastes."
Merrill giggled quietly in reply, finally getting the message that she was supposed to be quieter than she had been the past five minutes. "And you would know everything Hawke likes in a person would you?"
Isabela opened her mouth to reply but stopped when she felt cold steel grasp at her shoulder, throwing her away from Merrill and into the wall opposite where they had been sneaking through Darktown's ducts, groaning at the pain when her head hid a wooden beam.
"Isabela!" She heard Merrill scream soon after she had managed to get up with shaky legs, opening her eyes to see that five templars were surrounding Merrill with their swords held to the young girl's throat - such a sight causing rage to bubble in Isabela's stomach.
The aftershock of her attack quickly formed into vicious adrenaline and without a second thought Isabela lunged at the templars with a yell, scattering them all with two daggers piercing through the weak points of their armour; taking two down with clear precision and accuracy.
Merrill snapped to attention at her howl and instantly Isabela was surrounded by fire and blood, the burning egging her on to rush and stab at the templar's plated armour; desperately looking for weaknesses whilst trying to keep them away from Merrill at the same time.
"Where is Hawke?" Isabela heard one of the templars yell at them both before charging headlong at the young elven mage, causing panic to rocket into Isabela's body and for herself to jump onto the templar's back until he fell and landed on top of her. A stupid move, made of desperation and foolishness and love. She'd rather die than let those bloodthirsty bastards lay a hand on Merrill, her kitten.
Isabela kicked the templar off her with frantic movements of her legs, groaning at the pain that had started to make its way up her body due to the sharp edges of the templar's armour digging into her.
Ice crept over the templar's body almost immediately after Isabela had managed to get away and without thought, Isabela stomped down onto the ice until it broke along with the templar's body; turning around to glare at the two templars that were slowly advancing on Merrill.
One raised their hand and all of a sudden Merrill was thrown around like a rag doll with white light surrounding her, making the young mage cry out in pain and for her to slump back down to the ground completely breathless.
She can't cast her spells, Isabela realised quickly when Merrill's eyes widened and the elf quickly backed away from the templars on her hands, she's completely helpless.
Thinking purely on instinct, Isabela threw both of her daggers at the templars; hitting one directly in the face when he turned at the sound of her grunt and bouncing off the other's plate and sprawling back towards her.
"Hey!" Isabela screamed at the last remaining templar, grabbing her lone dagger and rushing at the templar with all the speed she could manage on her aching legs; literally throwing herself towards the templar with everything she had.
Said templar met her dagger with his longsword, pressing down onto the blade with such pressure that it surprised Isabela enough that she fell onto her knees; not able to believe that she had somehow managed to fuck her plan up enough that this templar was pushing her harder and harder downwards.
It took both of her hands to keep the dagger upright and steady and for that reason alone was the reason why she had no resistance to the kick that hit against her chest, throwing her backwards and causing her back to arch unpleasantly and for her fingers to slip and lose her dagger.
And then she felt the armour of the templar fall down upon her, pinning her uselessly against the muddy slush of Darktown with her body writing angrily against the cold armour, hands pushing and griping at the edges of the templar's armour to try and push him off her.
It was like fighting with a dragon, his hands gripped at her hair, yanking her head back and then blinding her vision with a punch that left her seeing stars and then before she could try and recover she felt steel pierce her right cheek, slicing her skin open.
And that was before she felt him rip and tear at her clothes, his sword stabbing into her shoulder and pinning her there with such pain that Isabela cried out in anguish; thrashing out as hard as she could to try and get the templar off her, to try and stop him from slicing and cutting at her stomach and arms with pure will alone.
A burning sensation swallowed her whole and for a moment Isabela thought that she had somehow managed to set herself on fire, that was of course until she felt the templar roll off her with a scream so inhumane that Isabela slammed her eyes shut to battle against the noise.
She felt numb and despite the loud shrieking coming from the templar, Isabela couldn't help but feel as though she was drifting away, as though her head was drifting away from her body and all that remained was complete staggering pain that ripped at her at all angles.
"Isabela!" She could just about hear Merrill call to her, the sound of those little elven feet pattering towards her making Isabela heave in a huge gust of air; slowly lifting her arms up to try and grasp at Merrill's cheek when the elf came into view with a look of complete horror on her face.
The sounds of screaming had drowned away until all Isabela could hear was Merrill's blurred words and her heavy breathing, falling in and out of consciousness even when Merrill squeezed her hand to try and keep her awake.
"Oh don't die Isabela!" Merrill was saying with tears in her eyes and Isabela wished that she could reach up to tell her kitten that it fine, she was fine, but such thoughts were more than mere lies. "I'll get you some help! J-just stay here!"
Isabela took in another deep breath the same time Merrill let go of her hand, running back through the ducts and throwing a worried glance over her shoulder before the mage turned a corner.
"I can't believe this!" Hawke raged as quietly as she could, storming through Lowtown's streets with Aveline and Varric at her side. "Who would sell us out to Meredith? I don't remember having so many enemies last year!"
"Well shit," Varric started and brought his hand up to her face, his pinky in the air. "First one would be that Grace for locking her up in the Gallows, the other would be Daisy's clan who practically told us if we even let one go in their direction they'd stab us right up the arse and I'm sure some templars are after you too Hawke."
"Well, apart from them!" Hawke answered back with another sigh, giving Aveline a guarded look. "Unless you'd like to talk to me about anything Aveline?"
Aveline shot the apostate a glare. "I hope you're joking Hawke."
Hawke opened her mouth to reply to her redheaded friend however found herself silenced by the sound of very familiar screaming and the scene of Merrill tumbling down the Lowtown stairs to rush at the group; tears streaming down her face.
"Hawke! HAWKE!" Merrill yelled at them through the crowd, pushing against humans, elves and dwarves alike to get to them without any avail. "I need your help Hawke! Isabela's injured!"
Hawke felt the coil of anxiety that had formed into her stomach snap and without delay she too pushed through the crowd to get to the elven mage, shoving two men away from her, sidestepping another and jumping over a dwarf until she managed to fight her way through.
"What do you mean she's injured? She's with Fenris and Anders isn't she?" Hawke asked in a rugged whisper, then realizing that Merrill herself was here in Lowtown she added, "and what did I tell you? Stay with Fenris until I come to collect you!"
"No!" Merrill protested with a shake of her head, tears hitting Hawke in the face and surprising the apostate at the severity of Merrill's tears. "She was taking me to Ander's clinic when we were attacked by templars, we fought most of them off but one dispersed my energy so I couldn't cast anything! And so Isabela tried to take care of him and now she's lying in the ducts of Darktown with no one else there!"
Hawke's eyes widened and before she could stop herself she took hold of Merrill's shoulders, fingernails gently digging into the pale skin. "What's her condition? How bad is she Merrill?"
"The templar stabbed at her and slashed her face! Oh ma vhenan it was horrible! Please Hawke we need to go! I don't think she's going to make it!" Merrill said with a sniff and used her free hand to wipe at her hand and nose.
"What?" Hawke exploded with a burst of anger, shaking Merrill angrily by the shoulders; ignoring Aveline's and Varric's protests even when they tried to pull her away from the elf. "You left her there? What were you thinking? She could be dead and we wouldn't bloody know!"
"Hawke! Calm down!" Aveline ordered with such a commanding tone that Hawke pushed Merrill away in disgust at herself, ignoring the feelings of contempt that wriggled around inside her.
"Take us to her." Hawke said a few seconds later, anger feeding her tone with colourful fury that was so rancid she was finding it hard to look at anyone in the eye without feeling revolted with herself.
Merrill looked at her pityingly the moment Hawke lifted her eyes and that just wasn't fair, it wasn't Merrill's fault no matter how much Hawke wanted to believe it was to get that guilt off her shoulders.
Aveline touched Merrill's shoulder and Hawke could only just about hear the guards captain whisper 'she doesn't mean what she's saying, she's just scared' and that, well that…
It was true.
Another deep breath. Strange, she didn't really think this was how she was going to die - for someone else? And for someone who wasn't Hawke? It seemed a bit bizarre but Isabela had never made it any secret to anyone at how much she cared for her kitten, she'd never let any templar touch her.
Her faced burned with every sensation possible and Isabela could smell the burnt flesh of her cheek much more clearer than the pain she felt at it, however it felt more like relief than a burden to feel such pain rather than be rid of it.
At least this way she knew she was actually alive. Not numb anymore, just purely alive even if she felt as if someone had ripped out her vocal cords and had strangled her with them.
How long had she been down here? It felt so long since Merrill had left and yet all Isabela could think of was how pissed Hawke would be at getting herself injured, at getting Hawke all worked up and worried as if Hawke's emotions were her fault.
"Isabela!" Funny thing that, Hawke seemed to appear every time Isabela's mind wandered onto the grumpy apostate and while it had always amused Isabela this time she felt a unfamiliar sensation of relief rush through her.
Varric was the first to run into her line of sight and with a quiet groan Isabela turned her head to address the dwarf with a thin smile, said smile fading when the dwarf's eyes widened and he murmured something that sounded suspiciously like damnation.
Merrill next, her little kitten with tears that were still running down her reddened cheeks; eyes rimmed an unearthly red colour and her pale fingers were entwined with her own, so fierce and strong for little meek Merrill.
Aveline was just behind Merrill, her strong posture that had intimidated so many men and women looking crumbled and the once fierce expression was one of complete horror; another blow that struck Isabela firmly across the face and chest, another blow that stung.
Isabela choked on the air that filled her lungs the moment she breathed in more deeply than before, weakly pinching at her throat even when it became too much for her to handle and soon she let her arm fall limp at her side again; staring up at the ceiling of Darktown's ducts with disgust.
Mud squelched under a boot to her right and Isabela really can't mistake a fluid yet solemn voice like Hawke's, not even if she was a stranger could she mistake such a thing that alone was what made Isabela turn to see Hawke for the first time since the incident; to grin and murmur. "I lied."
It hurt to speak to Hawke like this but Isabela felt more than pain when Hawke turned her eyes away from her to stare at her companions, eyes alight with something that Isabela guessed to be appease.
"Did you kill him?" Isabela heard Hawke ask Merrill and when she blinked again the appeasement that had settled in Hawke's eyes only moments before was replaced with white-hot anger. "Merrill, did you kill him?"
Merrill shook her head and Isabela felt her own head fall back into the mud of Darktown, panting heavily and shivering at the cold that was seeping through her skin due to her shredded clothes.
"Hawke for Maker's sake cover her up." Ah good ol' lady manhands, always ready to get straight to business and for once Isabela found herself being grateful for it. "She'll catch a cold if you leave her like this."
Isabela caught Hawke's icy eyes for a flicker of a second before she was being wrapped in Aveline's cloak and held in the apostate mage's arms, feeling jagged amounts of pain spurting through her like thunder and lightning when Hawke pressed down hard on her.
Hawke was such a short arse that Isabela was surprised the mage had enough strength to carry her, yet whenever Hawke faltered and Aveline tried to help Hawke growled and moved further ahead on their path to Ander's clinic. Or that's where Isabela hoped they were going.
"Hawke I know you're angry." Aveline again, it was becoming hard to tell the difference between them all now; she was feeling ridiculously dizzy. "But don't do anything you'll regret."
"Do anything I'll regret? Believe me Aveline, I won't do anything I'll regret." Hawke answered with a bitter snarl, shoving past an unsuspecting child and ducking a low beam with such speed and accuracy that Isabela felt herself grow more and more dizzy. "Some people just deserve a knife through the middle."
Isabela chuckled slyly to herself, not truly knowing why she was laughing but what did it matter?
She closed her eyes.
Hawke refused to leave Ander's clinic for absolutely anything for the week that followed, sitting outside on a rotten crate with her eyes looking outward at the passing strangers that looking at her as though she was the scum of the earth.
Anders came out of his clinic often to talk to her, offering her comfort when Hawke's hope seemed to dim each time she went inside the clinic to see if Isabela was doing alright to see the pirate captain lying there; falling in and out of consciousness with her corrupted scars and burns marring her face completely.
"A few more days Hawke and she'll be fine." Anders had said the day after Hawke had taken Isabela to his clinic, a worn smile on his face that Hawke had grown accustomed to when she knew the healer was lying.
"I'll stay here." Hawke had replied, remembering the way Aveline's face had lit up with relief.
That relief wouldn't last long because as soon as Isabela got back on her feet she'd go hunting, she didn't care how long it took for her to find the bastard responsible for doing it to Isabela and she didn't care what happened to her afterwards but what she did care about was if she could catch him or not and if so, how long would she be able to put him through as much pain as he put Isabela through before ending his pathetic life.
Anders interrupted her thoughts yet again with a pat on her shoulder, signalling for her to follow him into the clinic where surprisingly both Sebastian and Aveline was standing over where Isabela lay (Hawke hadn't seen them come in, had they not wanted to talk to her?) with hands on their hips.
"Well shit big girl! Have I hit the Golden City already? Your face is the first I've seen!" Isabela's laughter filled the clinic and Hawke's heart skipped a beat and fighting the urge to rush over to Isabela straight away she instead strode over to the pirate with a slow walk; using such time to try and get her vocal cords to actually work again.
"Hardly whore, you're in the Void and that's where you're staying." Aveline responded with a slight chuckle, sitting down next to Isabela's bedside with her chin resting in her palm. "Don't worry, Hawke will soon be joining you so you won't have to sex everyone up in there."
Sebastian looked disgusted at the both of them, surprising Hawke into smiling a little before wiping it off her face. "Please I don't think it's entirely fair to have such a conversation about the Maker like this, he obviously was not finished with you yet Isabela."
"I knew I was just a big toy to the Maker!" Isabela declared with another laugh and that was when Hawke just about reached the bedside of the Rivaini pirate, her heart still hopelessly stuck in her throat despite trying to clear it multiple times.
Aveline met her eyes with a firm nod and a brief smile, the gesture causing Isabela to glance over her shoulder and for her to grin at Hawke's appearance; words already spilling out of her lips as though they'd never stop.
"Well Hawke! And here I thought you'd be the first to greet me!" Isabela said with a laugh, leaning back on the wooden board of her bed and smiling up at the apostate. "Well go on, tell me, is my face still intact?"
Hawke stiffened and cursed silently at herself when Isabela's full-blown grin loosened slightly into a miniature smile.
She covered it up quickly by plastering a confused look on her expression, something unusual that would hopefully throw Isabela off. "What? Of course your face is still intact, why wouldn't it be?"
Isabela sighed haughtily and gave both Sebastian and Aveline an amused look under her dark lashes although it wasn't enough to fool Hawke that everything was fine because how could it be? She could see this hesitation (something she never thought she'd see in Isabela) start to creep under the Rivaini pirate's skin and that made Hawke shudder despite herself.
"You're the fourth person who's told me that today!" Isabela said with a shake of her, looking more and more like she was trying to strain her amusement so that Hawke wouldn't mistake it as anything but amusement. It wasn't working. "Come on Hawke, get a mirror and show me! I know you will, come on!"
Hawke took in Isabela's face as careful as she could, examining the harsh scars that started just above Isabela's right eye and zigzagged down her cheek to her throat with complete sorrow that Hawke despised in herself; this wasn't how she was supposed to view Isabela but she just couldn't help but feel sorry for her friend and her lover.
Isabela's voice turned unbelievably soft all of a sudden and soon enough Hawke felt Isabela's fingers wrap around her wrist tightly; the former captain's features pulled together in frustration. "For the love of everything virgin and sweet Hawke! Get a mirror so I can have a look!"
Hawke breathed in slowly with a tilt of her head, gesturing for both Sebastian and Aveline to follow her as she walked up towards where Anders was sitting with another patient; her mind swimming with the possibilities and the outcomes of how Isabela would react.
"Don't think I don't know you're speaking about me Hawke you tit!" Isabela called after her, making Hawke smile slightly before wiping the turn of her lips off her face with clear precision. "It's not like you make it blatantly unobvious! A blind nug could tell!"
"We're deciding which mirror for you to look at so you wouldn't flog the next day!" Aveline yelled back before Hawke could even think of replying, nodding when Hawke murmured a thanks and turned a corner so that all three of them were squished into the far corner of Ander's clinic.
"Nobody would buy the shit you'd pick out man hands!" Came Isabela's muffled reply and it took everything inside Hawke not to chuckle at her pirate's eloquent way of words.
"Hawke, my friend, I feel that is in my right to tell you that maybe giving Isabela a mirror is not the best way to break this to her."
Hawke's eyes narrowed dangerously and Aveline sighed with a palm coming up to cup her forehead, one of these days Sebastian would realise that Hawke was a woman full of hot-headedness and that saying things that may sound simple enough was going to aggravate the apostate when it came to Isabela.
"How else would you like me to break it to her?" Hawke snapped fiercely despite desperately trying to keep her voice down. "This is going to be a huge hit on her confidence, I just know it…"
Aveline placed a comforting hand on Hawke's shoulder, making every warm feeling Hawke had ever felt for her redheaded friend come streaming back like hot water being thrown over her. "Then do what you can gently as possible, if I know that whore as well as I think I do then she'll take it in her stride; she's strange like that."
"I don't know what else to do Aveline, it's been some time since we've talked about…That." Hawke pouted out her lower lip, giving Aveline the softest eyes she could manage without allowing the guard captain to feel as though she was becoming…emotional.
Aveline smiled tightly, her cheeks flushed at the obvious memory of how Hawke, Isabela, Varric and Merrill had managed to help her be with the man she loved today and how both herself and Hawke had that one thing in common.
They both struggled with admitting what they felt for other people and while it was awkward, both Aveline and Hawke made such a quality a mutual kinship.
"Do what you think is best Hawke, we'll be leaving to give you two some time alone." Aveline shot the prince of Starkhaven a glare over her shoulder, gesturing for him to follow her with a tilt of her head. "Come on, I think you've caused enough trouble today."
"I was just trying to help!" Hawke heard Sebastian protest as he walked past, the sound of their footsteps dying away until all that was left was the sound of ill patients moaning in pain and Ander's whispers of magic.
Hawke picked up the side mirror that was next to her and made her way back over to where Isabela sat, stopping still immediately at the sight of Isabela with a mirror already in her hand; touching and prodding at the scars and the burns around her face.
When Isabela's hot, amber hues got caught in Hawke's cold, blue ones Hawke felt herself freeze slightly, her fingers curling into fists to allow her fingernails to bite at the palm of her hands viciously.
"It's not so bad," Isabela said with a shrug and a smile, tracing the scars from her eye to her neck with a little wince. "Could be worse I guess, good thing Anders patched it up eh? And who knows! Some people find scars sexy!"
Hawke remained silent, choosing to walk over to where Isabela sat at the end of her makeshift bed to sit beside the rogue with her hands in her lap; studying the encrusted gold mirror with feigned fascination.
"Everyone has scars Isabela," Hawke replied as soft as she could without touching the pirate, not truly knowing if she should or not considering the state Isabela was in at the moment. "Though I suppose that yours are very uhm…Life-like?"
Isabela eyed her with a frown, placing the mirror down with a surprising amount of force that made the mirror make a crunching sound soon after. It shocked Hawke at how loud it was.
"Alas Hawke, you were supposed to comment on my fine features and such," Isabela murmured with a childish glint in her eyes, nudging the apostate next to her with her elbow. "But you and your way of wooing is very, very bad. I guess I should count myself lucky I don't get this off you all the time."
Hawke nodded with a gulp, feeling the awkwardness start to seep into her bones and blood.
"I try my best." She added weakly, turning her head with great difficulty to see that Isabela had gotten up from where she had sat on the make-shift bed; eyes straight ahead and determined.
"Where are you going?" Hawke asked hesitantly, not knowing whether she should be more aggressive with the pirate as she usually was or to give Isabela break - by Maker, she deserved it.
"To the Hanged Man obviously!" Isabela replied with a tone that was full to the brim of strained contentment, turning her back on Hawke even when the apostate got up to grab at her wrist.
"Isabela." Hawke stated simply, taking hold once more of Isabela's wrists and forcing the pirate captain to stare at her. "You need to rest yourself before you can go out of Ander's clin-"
"Hawke!" Isabela snapped all of a sudden, wrenching her hands away from Hawke's grip and glaring angrily into Hawke's cold eyes. "I'm fine, leave me be will you? Go talk to Aveline or something, I need a bloody drink away from you for the time being!"
Hawke didn't even glare at the captain this time and maybe that was why Isabela looked even more hurt than she had before, grumbling about Hawke's 'antics' as she trudged her way out of Ander's clinic.
She let the pirate go, for now she'd bide her time in finding names, dates and locations that would help her in her investigation.
The hunt was on.