[Hawke could really get used to the flushing, it's quite cute. Endearing. She reminds Hawke of a mix of Aveline and Merrill somehow, a combination she never would expect. She likely would not repeat the things that Varric sent her, outside of general details about his companions, but they are like diary entires in a way. There's not a lot they keep from one another.]

At the time, he was telling the truth, when we split up no one knew where I was, it was safer that way. He thought you wanted to kill me, of course. There was a line at that point.

[A very long line of people who would love her head on a pike, and to be fair, who Cassandra was gave fairly good reasons to be cautious. But she's glad that Varric cleared it up and made the choice to get involved, even if it was to keep an eye on the next calamity in their land.]

Varric trusts you so I do, it's as simple as that. [She flashes a quick smile.] Although granted he doesn't have great taste in friends.