When Hawke goes to help apostates that are holed up in a cave and refuses to hunt them down for the templars, Anders gives Hawke this little gem of a look. It’s the slightest of digital facial twitches, and I can’t even find the words to describe it properly.
Surprise. Relief. Giddiness. Nervousness.
I can’t find the proper word for his emotion right there.
But it’s precious.
“See that?” his eyes are saying to the templars. “Hawke won’t stoop to your level. Hawke’s on my team, here. Yeah.”