Hawke, once again, felt a wetness at her eyes, which she hastened to wipe away before her companions could take notice. This truly was becoming a bad habit. She would soon be known throughout the land as "cry-baby Hawke" instead of the harsh, intimidating reputation she had struggled to acquire. Maybe she really was PMSing, as Isabela would always mutter when she got like this.

Unfortunately, she was currently facing her entire party, including knight-commander Meredith. They would never let her live this down. Again.

Aveline, at least, looked oddly pleased, perhaps because she was the reason for her tears. The woman, her best friend in the whole world, had just announced she was on her side despite the fact they would soon be fighting the templars on behalf of the mages. Hawke got the feeling the reason she had seemed upset when she had cried with happiness at Isabela staying with them had been jealousy, and a giddiness rose in her heart at the thought.

Isabela was cringing, probably embarrassed to currently be dating her, judging by the way she was looking off to the side, avoiding her eyes.

Merrill didn't seem to have even noticed, at least, while Anders and Varric were both smiling understandably, as sad as that was. Fenris alone looked confused, like he was actively trying to figure out what exactly had happened.

"Um, allergies," Hawke muttered, and everyone wisely chose to accept the explanation.