A few weeks after I explained crip walking to Varric, I found myself doing nothing. The word useless floated through my head a few times. Sure, I could close rifts. But compared to what everyone else was doing around me, it was a very small consolation.
"There has got to be something..." Varric was watching me from the other side of the fire.
"It seems so crazy and yet so plausible that I come from somewhere so advanced I can't even be useful in what is essentially the middle ages."
Varric wisely said nothing as I tried to find something, anything, that would assist me here.
"I can't fight, poor Cullen is trying is hardest to teach me. But I can't even lift his sword, let alone swing the practice one around for hours."
"Well, what about magic? I saw you with the fire," He offered before taking a drink. I shrugged.
"I've been trying, but so far nothing. I can't sew, I can cook a little, I don't know anything about blacksmithing or farming. I'm obviously not great at diplomacy, Lord Seeker Lucius had an old woman punched when he spotted me."
"Okay, okay, but you got Sera and convinced Vivienne to join the Inquisition."
"Hard thing to do, considering they both wanted in in the first place."
"Well, you are a looker," he smiled at me and I blinked slowly at him.
"Did you just pull the 'at least your pretty' card with me?" I practically snarled. "This is the Herald of Andraste, all she can do is close rifts, but she looks good doing it!"
Varric laughed and shook his head.
"Prostitution it is," I sighed and took a drink of my wine. Varric started coughing hard, thumping his chest a few times.
"Andraste's ass Bree," Varric managed to get out at last. "I can't believe you said that!"
"Said what?" Leliana had appeared out of thin air and was looking between us.
"I'm not repeating that," Varric held this hands up and Leliana turned to look at me.
"So I was trying to bounce ideas off Varric for what I could do to be more useful," she nodded her understanding so I continued. "When I came up dry, Varric very kindly let me know that I was 'a looker'. So with that in mind, I think prostitution is my only viable option. Taking dicks like a thief in the night."
Varric made a strangled noise and then began to laugh, I watched Leliana as her stony facade dropped and she joined Varric laughing
"At least allow me to arrange the patrons," Leliana giggled. "We could ensure it was used to our best advantage."
"See," I pointed at her. "This is the kind of support I need Varric. And also we never tell Cassandra I said that."
"I think her head would explode if we did," Varric wiped tears away from his eyes.
"Agreed," Leliana smiled. "But if you really would like to be of more aid, use your charms to gain us more allies."
"Charms? You must mean my special ability to make everything awkward."
"Varric is right. You are very pretty. Combined that with your foreign accent, your kind nature, and uncanny ability to befriend anyone, it makes you a desirable woman."
"Uncanny?" I asked. I liked people, I liked making friends. I was friendly.
"Met someone who you haven't befriended yet?" Varric asked. "Solas doesn't count." He added quickly. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Not yet, but that's not uncanny. And also, what the heck? Desirable? I'm desirable now?"
"Not how I would write you," Varric scratched his chin. "Her hair was the color of dawn's first light, golden with faint traces of red. It plunged over her shoulders, caressing her ample breasts to lie at her tapered waist..."
"What kind of novel are you writing?" I shook my head. Sounded like one of those Harlequin romance jobs.
"I have to write that down," and he got up and dashed into his tent. I pursed my lips and looked over to Leliana.
"I do not have any words of consolidation for you," she took a seat beside me. "All I can say is that you are stronger than you know."
"Thanks," I smiled.
"When you smile, you remind me of your father."
"Ah, yes. The asshole."
She made a sort of snorting half-laugh noise before asking,
"Why do you say that?"
"Jowan told me that after everything they had been through when it came time to make a decision, he chose to let her go and rule with another woman. If that doesn't make you a first-class asshole, I don't know what does."
"He did offer to keep her as his mistress," Leliana deadpanned. I turned to look at her.
"Did my mother punch him in the face?!"
"No, though she probably thought about it."
"A side chick," I mumbled to myself. "Is she happy now? Is she with someone?"
Leliana sighed and her eyes met mine.
"What?" She had just been staring at me, her blue eyes assessing.
"Your mother and I have been together for some time now," her voice was soft. It made more sense now, she had been trying to figure out how I would react. I smiled at her.
"That's great!"
"You mean it?" her voice was guarded and a little...cold.
"Of course I do. If you both are happy that's all that matters to me," I reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. "You know, this sort of makes you like my other mother."
She shook her head, but she was smiling.
"So I have an uncle who acted as a father, my birth mother Elissa and now you. Her girlfriend. My little family is coming along."
"You also have Alistair Theirin, King of Fereldan."
"He's not relevant," I flippantly waved my hand. "My mother didn't tell him about me for a reason. And I trust her judgment."
"He is aware of you," Leliana stood quickly. "Your mother wrote to him after she had you safely hidden and once again when you walked out of the fade with that mark upon your hand. I am sure he will wish to see you."
"You're just going to leave on that?" I asked her retreating form. I could hear her laughter and hummed to myself. So my mother was in a relationship with Leliana. And they were allies during the fifth blight, along with my bio-dad. I heard Varric shuffling around in his tent and called,
"You get all that?"
"Most of it," he grinned as the walked through the flap with wine in his hands. "Leliana and the Hero of Fereldan... it sort of works, doesn't it?"
"As long as they are happy, so am I."
"You know...," he poured a glass for me and handed it to me. "If your father really is King Alistair of Fereldan, that makes you royalty. A princess, I believe."
I made a raspberry noise at him.
"I have enough titles as it is, don't go adding more," and I took a drink, a very moderate one. The last time we did this Varric had to carry me home. "And technically I'm the bastard child of the King."
"Well so was he. And as it stands, he has no heir."
"Well he was a warden, Jowan says the blight affects the reproductive systems. He's probably sterile."
"On that note," Varric cleared his throat and I grinned. "Off to the storm coast tomorrow to collect the mercenary group. Any ideas who is coming with you?"
I blew out air and regarded my cup for a few seconds.
"You, for sure. If you would," I began, licking my lips.
"Of course," he smiled.
"And Blackwall, because I like his grumpiness."
"Of course you do."
"And...And..."
"A mage," he offered. "I'd chose Solas over Vivienne."
"You and me both. Training with her is a nightmare. So she's out. I'll ask Solas. And probably Cassandra, not that she would give me much of a choice."
He nodded and shifted feet. I hadn't known him long, but I spent most of my time with him. Jowan was busy assisting the healers and whatnot. Varric just always seemed to have time for me.
"What's bothering you?" I asked.
"You're observant," he laughed. "I'm worried about you. You can't fight. Your magic is unpredictable. I mean...have you ever even been in a fight sweetness?"
"No, I've never even so much as pushed someone. I managed to steer clear of trouble the last few times we were out and about. Thanks to the considerable efforts of everyone. This brings us back around to me being essentially useless."
"We'll figure it out. You should head for bed. It's a long walk."
I didn't argue, I got up and handed him my cup. As an afterthought I bent down and quickly kissed his cheek. I watched as he flushed pink.
"Thank you for everything Varric," I smiled
"You're welcome."
I walked the short distance towards my small little cottage, head in the clouds. I turned the corner and someone let out a deep 'ahh' noise. I screamed and stepped back, slipping on the snow and landing hard on my ass.
"It is us!" I heard Cassandra's voice and looked up at her. She was standing with Cullen and Solas.
"What the hell!? You scared me half to death!" I cried at them, wincing a little as I got to my feet, ignoring Cullen's outstretched hand.
"It did not work," Cassandra turned to Solas. He gestured with his hands but said nothing.
"This was a terrible idea," Cullen was looking at me, his eyes assessing.
"It seems emotional manipulation was not effective," Solas was looking at me as well.
They were talking as if I wasn't there. So I decided to leave and make that a real thing. When I reached my home away from home I shut and bolted the door closed. No unexpected visitors for me tonight. I tossed another log on the fire and took a seat on the floor near it. I inspected my hands.
"Why don't you work when I want you too?" I asked them. The mark on my hand pulsed brightly for a moment. "I wasn't talking to you."
I got up and took my clothes off, opting for a weird long tunic thing to act as a nightshirt. I slipped into my covers and waited for sleep to take me.

I have waited a long time to speak to you, Bree.
"Who's there?" I mumbled, rolling onto my side. Only I realized I wasn't in my bed anymore. I was laying on a cold, damp, stone floor. I sat up quickly.
Be calm, little vessel. You are still sleeping peacefully in your cottage in Haven.
There was a dim light around me, but I couldn't exactly pinpoint where it was coming from. Everywhere beyond the light was black.
"Who are you?" I asked, shivering a little.
I am Urthemiel, God of beauty, of grace and fairness.
"Okay, so...are you wanting to leave? Or..."
No dear child. I do not exist anywhere except for in you.
"Why haven't you said something before now? If you've been with me my entire life..."
I am a being of magic. That other place had none, so I was powerless. Now that we are home, we are getting stronger.
"I don't understand. Are you separate inside of me? Like two people in one body?"
I am simply the magic that courses through you.
"Magic can talk? Is that how it normally works?" I was trying to not freak out here. I was talking to something, and a part of me was afraid it was a demon-like Jowan warned me about. But something about it was familiar. Like speaking to an old friend.
No. It has taken a considerable amount of energy to speak with you like this, I apologize. You will be very tired come morning.
"What is the point of this? Besides confirming what I had been told all my life. Is there some reason you have decided to speak up?" I felt ridiculous. I was essentially talking to myself.
We are one. You have doubted it, and I came to placate your many fears. We are not weak. We are not useless. Do not believe the ones who tell you otherwise. You're soul and mine are one. My magic flows through you. You are a dragon god reborn.
What does one say to a dragon god who is living inside of you? I had nothing so I stayed silent, letting him do all the talking.
You will not hear me again little one. It is taxing on your precious human body. But know that I am within you always.
I flew out of bed to the sound of someone beating on my door. I got tripped up by my feet and stumbled, catching myself on the door. I quickly threw the bolt and opened it. Cassandra was standing there in the dim morning light.
"We need to be..."
I grabbed her and pulled her inside.
"What is..." she began but I cut her off.
"I had a conversation with Urthemiel last night."
She stared at me for a few seconds before narrowing her eyes.
"Could it have just been a dream? Or perhaps a demon was attempting to sway you?"
"No, he didn't ask me for anything or try to trick me. He just confirmed that he was a part of me. He is the magic in me."
She narrowed her eyes even more.
"And that was all?"
"Yes."
"And will the dreams be reoccurring?"
"No, he said it was too taxing on the human body. But that he would always be inside of me. And you are giving me that look. You don't believe me?"
"I believe you believe it was Urthemiel. As long as it wasn't a demon I am grateful. Now gather your things, we are leaving for the Storm Coast."
She left me and I realized how crazy that must have sounded. I would have to be more careful. I quickly threw on thick leggings dark as coal and a wine tunic. I didn't wear much in the way of armor, a lace-up leather vest thing protected my chest. I had thigh-high boots that had shin guards on them and a pair of gloves. I tied my hair up in a high ponytail, a style that seemed to not be a thing here. It wasn't Ariana Grande high, but it sat right at the crown of my head.
I had packed my bag earlier yesterday so all I had to do was grab it and go. I opened the door and stepped out, trepidation beginning to close in like it always did when I was getting ready to leave Haven. But it stopped almost immediately. I thought of Urthemiel and I grinned. Even if it was a dream, it was doing wonders for my self-esteem and peace of mind.
"Are you set?" Cassandra was waiting with her arms crossed.
"I am, I just need to say goodbye to Jowan."
"He is not here," she uncrossed her arms. "I thought he told you..."
"Told me what?" I felt anxiety flare up in me. Why wouldn't Jowan tell me if he was going somewhere?
"He has left to go see what is left of his family. I can not believe he did not tell you," she looked genuinely upset. "Do not let this incident affect you. He is more than capable of protecting himself."
I nodded, feeling like something was off. I knew Jowan my entire life. He always told me in person or left me a note if he wouldn't be around. Why would that change now?
"You are troubled by this," she sighed.
"It's not like him," I replied as I began to walk.
"Perhaps being home has changed things in him? He no longer feels he needs to be ever watchful over you."
That felt a lot like being abandoned. I nodded, agreeing with her for lack of anything to say. I could see where he would want to locate family. And I would have never gotten in his way. But to not tell me? To slip away without so much as a goodbye?
"I will have Leliana look into it," Cassandra grumbled and walked ahead. I shuffled along, scuffing my feet as I thought.
"What's the matter?" the gruff voice of Blackwall reached my ears. I looked up to see his heavy brow was furrowed at me.
"Uncle Jowan left without telling me," I worried at my lip. "Cassandra said he was going to see what was left of his family. It's not like him not to say anything to me."
He nodded and gave me a probably gentle for him but still slightly painful for me, pat on my shoulder.
"He'll be alright," Blackwall nodded. I could see Varric walking close to Cassandra, pestering her no doubt. Solas was behind us, doing whatever it was he did. "Been keeping up with the sword practice?"
"Yes," I smiled. "But it's so heavy. My arms feel like they are going to fall off."
"Aye, it's not really for a lady such as yourself. But it can't be helped, you need to be able to protect yourself," he trailed off.
I liked Blackwall for several reasons, but the main one was he didn't expect me to be a warrior. He tended to think of me as a 'lady'. And to hell with feminism but it was nice. I was soft and delicate. A few weeks here weren't going to change 17 years of that.
"We should have brought a wagon for when you tire," he grumbled and I laughed.
"I would never ask anyone to do something I wasn't willing to do myself, but thank you for the thought."
Twelve days later-

I watched as a man charged at Varric, sword lifted and screaming. I had to do something, I wouldn't let him get hurt, couldn't watch that. I remembered what Urthemiel said and took a deep breath. I focused and when the man raised his sword in what would have no doubt been deeply painful if not killing blow, his sword disappeared.
"Varric!" Cassandra and Blackwall had been moving towards him and both shouted his name at the same time. Varric pulled a knife from his waist and I closed my eyes.
"Sweetness?" I slowly opened one eye to peek out.
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?" I could hear him walking towards me.
"Not watching you stab someone," I mumbled.
"You made his sword turn into sand." I opened my eyes and smiled down at him.
"I couldn't let you get hurt, and I won't hurt anyone so..."
"Thank you."
"Absolutely."
"What did you do?" Cassandra asked as she approached.
"I took his sword away," I offered with a shrug.
"And you can control that?" Cassandra's voice was dripping with suspicion. She had one eyebrow slightly hooked as she looked down at me.
I felt like I could, reasonably. But I knew she wouldn't accept that as an answer. Nothing against her, she was wonderful and practical. But not inclined to take your word without some kind of proof. I didn't fault her for it.
"Here," Solas held out his hand to me. There was a small, but deep scrape on one of his knuckles. I took his hand without hesitation.
"Oh Solas," I cooed before I realized I was doing it. "This must have hurt."
"Try healing it," he gave me a little nod of his head when our eyes met. I hadn't thought of trying that before. Could I do it? How? I had been holding his hand gently with one of mine and I placed the other one over it, slightly cupped so as not to put any kind of pressure on his injury. I thought about it healing, the tissue closing all the way down. The small scrapes around fading away without so much as a scar left behind. Oh, wouldn't it be great if I could heal everyone! No more dying because of stupid infections or the inability to stop the bleeding of a wound.
"Bree," I opened my eyes at my name, effectively stopping my daydreaming. Solas gently pulled his hand back from me and held it up. The cut was gone! Along with any abrasions around it.
"Yes!" I exclaimed, grinning.
"She did this alone? You did not assist her magic along?"
"I am not a healer," Solas looked at her. "My skills in that area are rudimentary at best."
"I've never seen magic heal like that," Varric offered, looking at Solas's hand. "Didn't even leave a scar."
"Did it hurt?" I asked him.
"No, it was very pleasant," he nodded. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Then it seems I owe you an apology Bree," Cassandra smiled at me.
"Accepted, although I am not sure what you are apologizing for."
She shook her head and walked away.
"I think that's our cue to follow," Varric and Solas began walking at the same time.
"Well done Bree," Blackwall, who had remained behind with me gave me a soft smile. "They were worried that you're magic would come out as a dragons. Destructive and dangerous."
"And you?" He looked down at me, his eyes slightly crinkled at the corners.
"You've got a good heart," he reached out hesitantly at first, but then seemed to get over it and gently gave my shoulder a little squeeze. "Maker, you're so young for all of this."
His hand fell away and I could see sadness creeping over his face.
"Do you need a hug?" I asked, opening my arms as I spoke.
"A...what?"
"A hug," I wiggled my fingers and waited.
"That's probably not.." I didn't let him finish. I embraced him from the side and after a few moments, he returned it, although somewhat awkwardly.
"Don't be sad by yourself okay?" I whispered to him, still holding on. He didn't speak, but the tightening of his one arm around my back let me know all I needed. "Come find me. I don't care what time it is, or what I am doing. Come find me. Promise?"
"I promise," I almost didn't hear it. We stood there for a few more seconds before I let him go. "Ever see a Qunari before?" his voice was back to normal. But his face, he didn't look as sad as he had. Which made me smile.
"Nope."
We began to walk, ignoring the looks from our three other companions ahead of us.
"Big bastards," he nodded. "Don't let him intimidate you."
"I met one of them, he seemed nice," I shrugged.
"Well we're about to find out," he grunted, sliding his sword from its place on his hip. The sound of fighting reached me as we rounded a large rock outcropping.
"Bree stay clear of the fighting!" Cassandra called as they all raced forward. How did they know who was bad and who was good? A man or I guess not a man stood far taller than the rest. He had horns on his head, like a giant bull. He was swinging an ax around with ease and grace I didn't expect from someone his size.
"Hello there pretty lady," I felt something cold on my neck and froze. I reached a hand up to try and pull it away but he didn't budge. "Who are you now hmm? A whore of the mercenary group?"
His breath was rank smelling and his face was rough feeling against the skin on my cheek.
"BREE!" I looked up to see my friends only a few feet away. Varric had Bianca aimed at us, Blackwall was stock still, eyes pinned on the person holding me. Cassandra was snarling, her body tense.
"Pretty name for such a supple thing," the knife, I assumed it was a knife, pushed harder into my skin and I made a little pained noise.
"Let me go," I whispered. "Please."
"You're either a very good whore," I felt his tongue on the side of my face and gagged audibly. "Or..." he suddenly screamed. I realized we were now right behind them. Blackwall grabbed the arm with the knife and easily pulled it away from me. I stumbled away and turned just in time to see Blackwall plunge that blade into the man's chest. I felt my head spin and took a seat.
"How did she move them?" someone was asking.
"Is she a mage?"
"Not like one I've ever seen."
"Where is her staff?"
"Back away, give her some room," Cassandra barked out.
"Lift your head for me, Bree," I heard Solas's voice and did as he asked, fat tears slowly rolling down my cheeks.
"The wound is shallow," he put his hand over it and whispered to me. "Help me heal you."
I put my hand over his and thought about it healing. Willed it to close fast, seal uptight.
"Well done," he pulled our hands away. I opened my blurry eyes to look at all of them. Blackwall crouched down and opened his arms. A little half laugh, half sob escaped me and I embraced him.
"I was so scared," I spoke, not sure why or to who.
"You did well Bree," Cassandra spoke from my side. I opened my eyes to look at her from where my head was resting on Blackwall's chest.
"I'm crying," I countered.
"You did not panic," she continued. "And you used your magic to bring you to safety."
"I guess," I sniffled. I could feel Blackwall's chuckle.
"You know you sort of...disappeared and then reappeared right?" Varric laughed. "Crazy shit."
I took one big, deep breath in before slowly letting go of Blackwall.
"Thanks," I smiled at him.
"Anytime."
I looked around and saw the mercenary company, or who I assumed was the mercenary company, looking at me. Great first impression Bree.
"This is the Iron Bull," Cassandra indicated to the large qunari. I stepped forward without thinking and held my hand out to him.
"Bree Cousland," I smiled the best I could. He looked down at me, one eye covered with an eyepatch, the other a dazzling greenish blue-grey.
"You going to cry if I shake your hand?" his voice was a deep baritone.
"If you squeeze it too hard I might," I replied. It wasn't a nice thing to say, but I guess not everyone who worked with the Inquisition was going to be nice. He didn't say anything and I put my hand down.
"Do you want the job or not?" Cassandra snapped from behind me. He was still looking at me and that sort of made me mad. I felt like he was judging me.
"Do you have a problem with me?" I asked, crossing my arms under my chest.
"You let that guy sneak up on you."
"What?" I asked.
"You lead from the back of the line, let your guys take all the hits. You minimized the risk for yourself and that guy still got the jump on you."
"First of all," I was mad now. "I don't lead anyone. Seems like your perception of things is a little askew. So take a step back and check your attitude."
It was silent for a few seconds before he started laughing.
"That was a good one," he bellowed. I shook my head and walked away.
"Someone else deal with the giant jerk."
"Do you still wish to bring him on?" Cassandra asked. I stopped next to her.
"I don't care. If you think he and his group will be an asset then how I feel about it really isn't important." She nodded and went to speak to them.

Our camp doubled in size from the addition of the Chargers. It was louder as well. I sighed as I read the reports from Haven that Cassandra had given me.
"We will head back for Haven in the morning," Cassandra told me as I handed back the letters.
"We have to find the soldiers first," I reminded her.
"They are probably deserters," someone from the chargers group mumbled as he walked by.
"We don't know that. I'm not leaving until we have look. They deserve that much at least."
Cassandra nodded her head once and handed me a letter. It was opened, as was everything I was given. Privacy was an illusion for me here.
"I would read that in your tent."
I raised an eyebrow at her but did as she bid. It was from Leliana and her network of spies. I shut the flap, which I didn't do unless I was changing or going to sleep for the night. Trepidation had sunk in and I found myself just staring at the letter. I don't know why.
"Sweetness?" I turned my head to see Varric standing with the flap open, looking in on me.
"Yeah?" I asked, swallowing.
"You alright?"
"I don't know," I licked my lips and turned my attention back to the letter in my hands. "Cassandra gave me this letter and told me to read it in private but..I'm scared too. And I don't know why."
He nodded and came inside, letting the flap shut behind him. He took a seat on the mess of blankets and bedrolls that made up the corner of my tent. Blackwall called it my nest, after coming in to wake me one morning. It sort of stuck.
"We can read it together," he offered. I looked at him and wondered why Cassandra didn't like him. He was always so kind to me.
"What if it's about my mom? Or Jowan? What am I going to do?"
"We'll get through it, whatever it says."
I nodded and took the letter out with shaking hands. I read it quickly, my brow furrowing as I tried to understand what was being laid out.
"Wait...what?"
"Bad?" Varric asked, his face prepared for the worst.
"Well, I think it's a marriage proposal..."
Varric snatched the letter out of my hand and read it quickly. He snorted and stuffed the letter back into the envelope. I put my hands over my face and groaned.
"I thought Jowan was dead," I confessed. "Or dying. Cassandra had me..No that's not fair. I wound myself up."
"You need to write a response, or at least tell Cassandra and she will have Josephine write one up."
"Who is this person even? Have I met them?"
Varric shrugged and I got up and walked out to find Cassandra. She was standing with Blackwall talking to the Iron Bull.
"Have you read it?" she asked with a little smile.
"Next time just tell me it's a marriage proposal. I thought I was about to find out my uncle was dead."
Her smile fell and she shook her head.
"I am sorry I did not mean to frighten you."
"It's alright. The answer is no, by the way. And will always be no, for future reference."
She smiled and nodded.
"Josephine has already turned two other proposals away, this one was the only one we saw befitting someone of your...stature."
"We can get her a big denied stamp and some red ink. Bam! Stamp it on every one of them. Save her some time."
"Noted."
"And why are these people proposing in the first place? They've never met me, I could be a stone-cold bitch or straight-up crazy."
"This is a discussion for another time," Cassandra gave me a look and it took me a moment to understand. Iron Jerk was not one of us. He didn't know the full truth about me yet, something Leliana was playing close to the chest. Only my crew knew I was from...well not here. "We leave in the morning with the chargers to look for the missing soldiers. I suggest you get some rest."
I started to leave when Iron Bull spoke to me.
"Not even a glance in my direction. You really hold a grudge."
I turned to look at him and smiled as sweetly as I knew how.
"A grudge is a persistent feeling of resentment or ill will towards someone. I have neither for you."
"No?" he goaded me.
"No. I just don't like you."
"What?" his one good eye grew.
"Bree," Cassandra admonished me.
"Peek not through the keyhole, lest ye be vexed," I offered the little ditty I read in Stephen King's Duma Key. "First impressions are called that for a reason. You witnessed what happened, knew I was frightened and upset. And you still made the choice to be cruel. That is not the type of person I want to associate myself with."
I didn't say it to be mean or anything. I was just telling the truth. He rumbled a little before speaking.
"You're right," he nodded.
"Glad we're on the same page."
"Can we start over?" he asked, surprising me a little. He stuck his hand out and I studied him for a moment before nodding.
"Sure," I smiled and put my small hand out. Then faltered. "How do I do this?" His hand was so large there was no way I would be able to take it as a regular handshake. I was 5'2. The iron bull was easily 7 feet tall. He smiled and reached up higher, taking my forearm into his grip. I copied, except it was his wrist and my hand didn't even reach halfway around it. He pumped it once and then let it go.
"Nice meeting ya boss," he nodded.
"It's Bree," I began and Varric cut me off.
"Or Sweetness. She answers to that."
"Sweetness," Bull's deep voice made it sound a little more rated R than when Varric or the others called me it. "Fits."