Yes, well. With any luck, I can get back to sleeping regularly in a day or two.

[She's fine - just a little sluggish from the lack of sleep, so she'll be slow in dragging herself off to the kitchen. Happily enough, her quest for booze is a quick one, for her drone husband did, indeed, leave a couple bottles of beer in the fridge. Hawke gathers them all up in her hands and carries them back to the couch with her, cracking one open as she resumes leaning on Anders.]

I don't suppose our angry blue friend would let me share with you?