Hawke is many things, and one of them is fortunately (for Vanessa) a bleeding heart. She can be tough as nails, but if something seems fragile or needs help, she ends up helping. She'll bitch and moan and pretend she didn't later. For now her expression softens and she gently puts a hand on Vanessa's shoulder. "It's going to be alright, we'll get to the bottom of it, yeah?" That nice pat given, she stands and offers her a hand up. "C'mon now, love, let's get you somewhere warm and inside. The inn's not far from here."

She has a few suspicions about what's going on, but the woman could have true amnesia, that happens. Still, it's this place, and this place loves to create things to play mind games with. "I'm Hawke. You wouldn't happen to have seen any moths about, would you? They're devious little beasts and can affect the mind."