Hawke,
Remember when you told me to let you know if Donnic and I had any red-haired obnoxious babies? Well, that hasn't happened. Nor will it ever, if I don't hear from you. Because if I don't I'm coming after you and the Blight or the templars couldn't stop me.
And then we'll never have children. You'll be ruining my life, as Varric would say. So you better answer this.
I'm worried about you, Hawke. We both are. I keep hearing things, and I know most of them are rumors, but some of them have to be true. I hope to goodness you're not dead – but this is YOU we're talking about.
Stop pretending like this means nothing. I know everyone else is writing you, too. You're my best friend, Hawke. You're all our best friend. You made me part of your family, and everyone else too. You're more than a friend, you're my brother.
You walked me down the aisle, for Andraste's sake! Answer me when I write you.
Now.
-Aveline