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“Maker, I didn’t think this templar armor would be as hot as it is,” Carver mumbled as he wiped the sweat from his brow after the long walk to the estate.
Hawke winked as he opened all of the windows at once with a wave of his hand, “Are you sure it’s not just the lyrium sweats?” He teased, though it was quite warm in the house, the late summer heat was still scorching.
Lyrium sweats, you’ve got to be kidding me. Carver rolled his eyes and mused, “You know, I could have you arrested...” He began removing the metal plates at his shoulders.
Hawke feigned shock, “Arrested?! Me?!” He paused, hands pressed to his chest and mouth agape. “What could I have possibly done?”
Carver glared at him, “As if you have to wonder!” He gestured towards the windows, curtains now waving gently with the breeze.
“I simply have no idea what you’re talking about dear brother, these windows were already open,” Hawke shrugged innocently as he ventured into his room. “I’m sure Bodan prepared for us to arrive back home today.”
Carver continued to remove his armor, frowning in frustration. He envied the ease with which Hawke could spin any situation to keep himself out of trouble. It had always been easy for him, whatever it was that Hawke had, but Carver could never quite master it. He put his head in his hands, trying to steer himself away from that thought.
Hawke emerged, changed from his dusty clothes with a bundle of cloth in hand. “Here, you’ll be much more comfortable in these.”
Carver looked up to Hawke handing him a fresh set of clothes, a small caring smile replaced the smirk he had before. “Thank you brother.”