[The dog is happy enough to see him, jumping up briefly to place impossibly large paws on Ezio's chest so he can be given the attention he so rightfully deserves. But then he hops down and bounces around the assassin, his bulk too big to be frolicking as he does. His little stump of a tail wildly tosses from side to side.
Hawke's gaze toward the dog - and even to Ezio himself - is fond but fleeting, her expression sobering when the latter asks after her.]
I'm fine.
[But that's an inadequate response, and so she waves her gloved hand briefly.]
Such as I can be. I just...wasn't prepared for this, to lose all of them.
[One, maybe two? COMPASS had taken from her before. But all of them at once? It's too much. And it shows in her step, the heaviness of that burden and that pain.]
action;
Hawke's gaze toward the dog - and even to Ezio himself - is fond but fleeting, her expression sobering when the latter asks after her.]
I'm fine.
[But that's an inadequate response, and so she waves her gloved hand briefly.]
Such as I can be. I just...wasn't prepared for this, to lose all of them.
[One, maybe two? COMPASS had taken from her before. But all of them at once? It's too much. And it shows in her step, the heaviness of that burden and that pain.]
I don't understand it.