Of course, it depends on whether or not she’s the Hawke he knows, doesn’t it. It might take him a little time to wrap his head around our multiple Thedas’. After that, though, I’ve no doubt he’ll love this Hawke as much as he loves his own.

[She can’t help but wonder if something similar would happen for the two of them, if they had come from the same Thedas, and returned to the same. Would they draw the same response? It’s a train of thought she works very hard to stop thinking on. Because it makes her want things that aren’t possible.

Fortunately he’s kissing her and that is just the sort of distraction she needs.

She will never tire of this, of kissing him, of his hands in her hair, on her waist. He skilfully avoids her lingering bruises and she would be surprised if it were anyone except Cullen. She twines her arms around his neck.]