Varric paused a moment.
"In all seriousness though, Lord Mayor, I feel as if I should talk to her. This does seem quite dramatic for her, which I understand because I swear she might be the most aromantic individual ever."
With that, Varric set out. As he got outside, he heard the blacksmith's son, Laciel, recommending his services to the rangers. As much as Varric appreciated it, he had shit to take care of. So, he Became the Wind, and moved with silence and speed.
He moved slowly, ponderously, thinking about what he would say.
Then he saw Laciel, and he paused. He thought for a moment. He wanted nothing more than to tell the boy to fuck off and talk to Gwen himself. However, he thought about it.
Guinevere was about the only person that could get him to think utterly selflessly.
And, from that perspective, who would be better for her to talk to? Her best friend who might be her soul mate, or a concerned, sweet boy?
...
No, yeah, fuck that blacksmith boy. Varric had to talk to her.
Varric appeared behind the blacksmith, before letting out a loud scream to scare the poor boy. He then began speaking, calm and collected with his trademark smirk.
"Ah, Laciel, you sexy hunk of man," Varric said calmly, "Fancy meeting you here. It IS good to see you! But, hey, I've got things to talk to Gwen about, if you don't mind. Now, tata, amd do please tell your mom to stop misplacing those hammers. I worry about that woman."
Varric walked past Laciel, before looking at Gwen. He ignored the blacksmith, and spoke.
"So, regardless of this flower business, you're my best friend. And no matter what, I want to go on adventures with you and do cool shit. And I want you to know that if destiny doesn't go the way we want, then, well, literally fuck destiny. Fuck it sideways. You're my friend. That's the important thing."