[Anders leans in to press an adoring kiss to Hawke's lips, as though he could convince Hawke of all of Anders' confidence in him with that alone.]

And I think you're selling yourself short. I'm not saying it would come to you easily, but I'd hardly call you 'incapable.'

For now, if you'd rather, we can focus on other areas.

[They might as well find something to take up their time with now that they weren't on the run or helping every soul in the fleet as they'd done in Kirkwall.]