I'm getting old, Bela. The years are wearing on me without you to keep my life full of flexibility. And spiders. A lot of spiders.

[It's a mean joke she likes to toss around being younger than Isabela and most of the crew. It gets especially good groans from Aveline and Varric which is very very satisfying.

Hawke leans back in the chair with a sigh and runs her fingers through her hair.]

I know! It's a terrible habit. While I'm not exactly thrilled about the end of the world, I could have used a nice long nap.