He laughed at the questions about Manfred. Of course he'd talk more about his little companion; Emmrich loved Manfred and he doubted Hawke had experienced much in the way of joy in quite some time. In addition, any time spent talking while they walked was ground covered.
"I haven't tried putting a hat on him as of yet. He does wear shoes and carry a backpack, and he loves making and serving tea. Or something close to tea. It's the steam from the kettle that catches his attention, so other details sometimes go by the wayside, such as actually adding tea. Every now and then he's also equally fascinated by how sugar dissolves in tea, so the end result is something that's far more like a grainy liquid than anything else." Emmrich still drank it. Manfred always presented tea with so much joy that Emmrich could hardly let him down.
They could circle back around to the topic of boats later. When he woke again he'd speak with the Caretaker and see if it was possible to meet up in the deeper Fade, or if there was a safer route. He'd consulted the Caretaker briefly already, but he should have thought about the boat.
That was fine, because Hawke needed time and room to process the heavier topic. Emmrich wasn't sure if he should offer more contact or not; he'd seen how the man had leaned into it, but at the same time it could be a selfish instinct spurring him on. The most important thing here was to help.
He nodded at the story, this time managing to not react to Hawke's word choice. "Luckily, the words of any being here that you're unfamiliar with can't be trusted. The spirit that chose that form had an agenda. If you wanted to discuss the approach they took," which he doubted, Hawke was not looking at him, "we could attempt to analyze it and see if they sought a ride out or a meal, but even then without knowing the nature of the spirit we could be wrong."
More contact seemed to him to be the most comforting choice here now, so Emmrich placed his hand on Hawke's shoulder this time. "There is always more to do. You may still be alive. If you are not, you have still left positive ripples across Thedas. Isabela's Lords of Fortune are helping protect Rivain against Antaam incursions, while one specific one further aids in our efforts to protect the world, and without you, Isabela would not be here. Our efforts, our team..."
Emmrich faltered briefly but recovered. "Our leader is Rook, recruited along with a fellow mage and a Dwarf archer, by Varric Tethras. The only reason the Veil is still up is because of Master Tethras and that trio. Kirkwall's Viscount is your former companion Aveline. I don't know where the rest of your team are, but your life and theirs were changed together, and the impact is seen to this day. It will be little comfort if you have in fact passed, I know. But you have left quite the legacy, and quite the positive mark on our world."
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"I haven't tried putting a hat on him as of yet. He does wear shoes and carry a backpack, and he loves making and serving tea. Or something close to tea. It's the steam from the kettle that catches his attention, so other details sometimes go by the wayside, such as actually adding tea. Every now and then he's also equally fascinated by how sugar dissolves in tea, so the end result is something that's far more like a grainy liquid than anything else." Emmrich still drank it. Manfred always presented tea with so much joy that Emmrich could hardly let him down.
They could circle back around to the topic of boats later. When he woke again he'd speak with the Caretaker and see if it was possible to meet up in the deeper Fade, or if there was a safer route. He'd consulted the Caretaker briefly already, but he should have thought about the boat.
That was fine, because Hawke needed time and room to process the heavier topic. Emmrich wasn't sure if he should offer more contact or not; he'd seen how the man had leaned into it, but at the same time it could be a selfish instinct spurring him on. The most important thing here was to help.
He nodded at the story, this time managing to not react to Hawke's word choice. "Luckily, the words of any being here that you're unfamiliar with can't be trusted. The spirit that chose that form had an agenda. If you wanted to discuss the approach they took," which he doubted, Hawke was not looking at him, "we could attempt to analyze it and see if they sought a ride out or a meal, but even then without knowing the nature of the spirit we could be wrong."
More contact seemed to him to be the most comforting choice here now, so Emmrich placed his hand on Hawke's shoulder this time. "There is always more to do. You may still be alive. If you are not, you have still left positive ripples across Thedas. Isabela's Lords of Fortune are helping protect Rivain against Antaam incursions, while one specific one further aids in our efforts to protect the world, and without you, Isabela would not be here. Our efforts, our team..."
Emmrich faltered briefly but recovered. "Our leader is Rook, recruited along with a fellow mage and a Dwarf archer, by Varric Tethras. The only reason the Veil is still up is because of Master Tethras and that trio. Kirkwall's Viscount is your former companion Aveline. I don't know where the rest of your team are, but your life and theirs were changed together, and the impact is seen to this day. It will be little comfort if you have in fact passed, I know. But you have left quite the legacy, and quite the positive mark on our world."