[ Hawke feels that rebuke like a slap to the face, and not one that she would argue with. She's tense too, considering, and well aware that the only reason both of them are in this place is because of her. And if anything happens there, if anything happens to Cassandra, it's due to her reckless desperation. It's something of a vicious neverending cycle with her. ]

I'm sorry. I'm a twat.

[ She says quietly, and she means it. Hawke isn't so stubborn she never admits to faults. She admits to faults readily. Hawke runs her fingers through her dark hair, frowning as she looks around. ]

I think it's more to do with this sodding glowing we've got. We're mentally connected in some way too, so our minds go on bizarre jaunts together.