E: Enigma
Hawke cocked his head, watching with an amused smirk as Merrill flitted about. She was so beautiful, yet so strange to him. An elf, a mage. Both were things he'd been taught to look down upon - even Bethany had been taught separately and less frequently by their father when they began self defense training in their early years. And yet, he couldn't find it in himself to find either woman despicable. Especially not Merrill. He watched as embarrassment colored her cheeks, stood and strode over and snaked his arms around her thin waist. Her lithe form melted against his front, and he knew. With all that they'd lost, she was home to him.
F: Forgive
His eyes followed her, every movement she made, every time she winced or scowled or heaved. Anders watched and wondered why. Why would a woman like that leave him breathing after the atrocities he'd committed? A templar's sword swept down and Anders yelled and fire erupted from his fingertips. Hawke looked his way as the man fell, sweat and blood matting the blonde of her hair. Her broadsword lowered as their eyes met, and his breathe caught. There, in the blue of her eyes, he saw why. He hated himself for the love she couldn't help but give.
G: Game Night
The way that Josephine and Varric played, Adaar wasn't so sure Wicked Grace was actually a game. And at the rate she was losing money - and Cullen, his dignity - she wasn't sure it was a good idea to ever participate again. Until Sera got involved. Or, more accurately, managed to get Adaar less involved. Between too many pints and the mingled noise of Cassandra disgustingly grunting and the Iron Bull guffawing, Adaar found the tiny elf in her arms and their only destination being the nearest bed.
H: Hero
Even when all was said and done and Alastair - King - gave her the title, it wasn't real. He wouldn't look her in the eye and her people were still doing little for their supposed new paragon. Brosca heard the cheers and smiled a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and pretended. Because it was so much easier than trying to explain why she wished she'd simply sacrificed herself to the arch-demon.