"I could live with that. I wouldn't want you to lose your position over something I did, anyway, especially when it's as asinine as calling myself a stir stick for trouble." She lifted an eyebrow, still grinning.

The smirk quickly faltered and she shook her head. "I wasn't suggesting that. I... I don't think it would be right either. I didn't know how it worked, though." But that still meant he was delivering the bad news to families who had already thought their child or sibling had been carted off to a cruel fate. "I wouldn't wish that duty on newer recruits or you. Or anyone." The worst jobs she'd done involved telling people that their friends or loved ones were dead. She still remembered the incident with the women and Quentin.

"I never met her. Or...I might have, but I must have been young." Her lips twisted thoughtfully. They'd been running for so long that there was no way she could have met Solona before she'd been taken to the tower. "No, I couldn't have. You knew her better than I did, regardless." Hawke gave him a curious look, leaning forward. "What was she like?"