Well, at least she wasn't alone in that line of thinking. Many who associated with the Chantry seemed far more likely to tell her not to say such things. The smile she offered him was grateful for even that small understanding.

Hawke nudged him with her hip. "Ha ha. I've never given him one raw. If it was still alive, I imagined he'd have his work cut out for him." She was sorely tempted to give him one to see if he could kill it so easily or if he'd spend some time just playing with it. But that would be too unkind to the crustacean.

"There we go," she said, standing to help him bring the third trap onto the boat. She grinned at the catch, slipping a hand in to grab the smaller ones, one at a time. They both went back overboard, the second nearly nipping her thumb with its tiny claw. "Little bastard," she muttered.