Isabela stood at the bow of the small ship she had appropriated by means of bribes, sexual favors, and one notable instance of a threatened castration and let the salt spray cool and tighten her skin.
She should feel free. She was free.
But….
But she knew that if she looked back over her shoulder she would see smoke rising in the distance from the city she had left behind.
Hawke was back there fighting a battle that Isabela had started.
She had left him a note, that should be good enough. It was better than she usually offered.
Hawke was back there and the qunari would be enraged.
Not her problem.
Hawke was back there and he was a damn fine lay.
There would be others. She could go look up Zevran.
Hawke was back there and he was her friend.
Bastard.
"There's only one thing to do about this," she murmured to herself. "Put your sexy boots on and go back there to kick some ass with them."
While she was at it, she thought she might just kick Hawke's ass for taking away the freedom she had always had in not caring.