Only Human
She was sitting on the edge of her bed, he noticed, hands folded and eyes empty as she peered into the flickering flames of the fire. She looked defeated, something he had never seen in her before. He would have thought that being made the Champion of Kirkwall would have lifted her spirits, instead, it only seemed to plunge them further into the depths. He couldn't blame her, not at all; only two nights before, her mother had been murdered by a blood mage and his insanity. And it worried him, that it would turn her against her kind and the mages of Kirkwall would be far more doomed than they already had been.
It sickened him that he was thinking selfishly, even now. It was clear she needed him, or someone. The Champion had hit her limit.
He slowly approached the bed, sitting quietly beside her. If she noticed, she made no indication. She continued to stare at the fire, her expression blank, eyes hauling shadows beneath themselves.
"Hawke?"
She didn't say anything for a long moment, and then she slowly turned her head to look at him. That same look stayed plastered on her face and he was reminded of a doll, features perfect, pristine…forever frozen. "Anders." Her voice was soft, barely auditable in the silence of the room.
She was broken, tired, and so weary. He could see it as he looked into her eyes. Even the Champion wasn't invincible. In the end, she was as human as the rest of them.