“I'm the Maiden, Hawke,' I reminded him- or myself, I wasn't sure.

'And I don't care.'

My eyes flew open in shock. 'I can't believe you just said that.'

'I did, and I'll say it again. I don't care what you are,' Hawke's hand slid off my neck. A moment later, I felt his palm flatten against my cheek with unerring accuracy. 'I care about who you are.”