#mxrianhawke

He gently wiped her tears away, then set to spreading the balm over the angry mark across her face. "I will talk with your mother," he reassured. "She knows how important these lessons are, though she may fret over you more now." He cupped her face and smiled kindly. "Which is not such a terrible thing, hmm?"

Malcolm held her close, rubbing her back soothingly. "I know, sweetheart, I felt it. Sometimes magic doesn't do as it's told, particularly with elements like fire. It is hard to control and hard to tell what it will do." He pressed a kiss to her head and tried to coax her face up so he could finish healing her. "But you did hold it, even for just a little while. I'm very proud of you."

Malcolm moved quickly, smothering the flames with a wave of his hand. Healing energies filled his palm next as he gently cupped her face, muttering soothing words. The burns weren't terrible, but the sight still pained him and he healed them as fast as his magic would allow. Soon the marks faded completely, leaving only pink skin. He used a balm just to be sure she'd be alright. "There you go, love, all better."

                       [  i say goodbye to my weakness, so long to the regret                          and now i see the world through diamond eyes.  ]

you make up for it in other ways tho let's be real

"Marian!" He shoved his daughter out of the sword's reach. The templar steel did not stop, striking deep into his abdomen. Grimacing against the pain, Malcolm took the templar's helmeted head in his hands and focused all of the heat and rage he could muster. The man's scream lasted only a second before the fire took his life and he crumpled to the ground. Malcolm followed, a hand pressed gingerly against the blood staining his middle.

         "... I'm fine, Hawke. Everything's fine." Her tone seemed to soften ever so slightly at the personal inquiry. Any other person would've missed the subtle change completely, but Aveline and Hawke had spent enough time together that even the most obscure of their mannerisms never went unnoticed.          "The city, however, is still struggling. These past few nights,            there have been thefts at the shops in Hightown, and for            whatever reason, my men have been unable to stop them.            It's as though the criminal commits the crimes right beneath            their noses. Admittedly, they are new recruits, but still..." She paused and bit down onto her lower lip, choosing her next words carefully.            "I know it would be rather... presumptuous of me to ask, but-- is             there any way that you could check it out? I'd feel much safer             knowing that someone I trust is looking out for these men."

           "But you're bothering me now, Hawke." The irritation in her voice, while practically oozing from her lips, carried no hint of malice. She'd never intentionally be cruel or spiteful towards Hawke; no, she'd come to care far too much for the young mage to direct her frustrations where they didn't belong. After a long silence, she let out a sigh -- and by the sound of it, she was admitting defeat.             "... I can make no promises, but I'll                  see what I can do. Is that all?"