[ at cinder's question, hawke is just going to give her a very flat look before looking over at the monster then back to cinder. really. this is what you ask. ]

I tend to be wary of people who have control over beasts with big teeth. Good survival instinct, maybe?

[ hawke's not underestimating that thing at all. she doesn't know cinder, she doesn't know how cinder thinks but when faced with a very, er, questionable woman she's not going to be stupid about it. philosophical chats in an eternal forest with someone who may or may not want to... kill her...? this she can do. this she has done. you're old hat now, cinder. ]

I find that if you spend too long thinking about death, you forget to do anything else. I have a healthy dose of fear for it, like most, but I also have a healthy dose of fear for spiders. Personally, I could do without spiders for a very, very long time. All those limbs and eyes and... eurgh, no thanks.

[ wait, weren't they talking about death -- ]