At least this woman isn't yelling at her for being a mage. That's still taking Hawke time to get used to. It's one of her strongest memories: people fearing mages and being partially glad that her sister Bethany never had to worry about being carted off and locked up in the Gallows once they got to Kirkwall.

"Well, that got a little heated," Hawke quips, frowning as she casts Winter's Grasp on what little is left of the fire to put it out. "You're--" she begins, ready to offer something else to one of the women who have been helping her so far.

Except that's another spider coming their way. Hawke huffs at it, casting Fist of the Maker to literally crush it against the ground for a few seconds. "Why is it always spiders? Why can't it be a giant centipede someday?"