[Varric glanced around at the assembled faces. His expression, tight at first, had relaxed the more the others had spoken. It was foolish, to think that a pleasant discussion or two would get them all in the mindset to help each other, rather than to kill. But at least they could all sit in a room together without bickering.

There was hope yet. If Hawke could get her friends to work together, then Varric could manage his.]

Max? You're always lending a hand. Whether it's cooking for our get-togethers, or... doing what you can when we're trying to figure out who hurt one of us, you're always there trying to do something.

Thanks for that, kid.