He couldn't believe his eyes. Not even the grand storyteller himself could find words for a moment or two. He blinked and felt a grin tug at his lips for the first time in a long while. "Hawke."
Wiping blood away, Hawke grinned back. "Lovely day, isn't it? It's raining demons and, well, more demons."
Varric laughed. It felt like coming home. "And here we forgot our rain cloaks."
Hawke heaved a heavy sigh. "Isn't that always how it is? You go out to have a good time and honestly feel a bit attacked, by the weather of all things. Ah well, that's what happens when the rain turns out to be armed."
The dwarf felt a tightness in his chest he hadn't noticed before begin to relax. He couldn't begin to describe the feelings that were stuck in the back of his throat. He worked them around until he finally found what he was looking for. "Welcome back, Champion."