She eyes the unusual dwarf with scarcely disguised suspicion. Oddly his refusal to guarantee results reassures her rather than puts her off. Surely if this was a scam, he’d say anything to get her to go along?
She accepts his offer because, really, does she have any other options? But he delivers on his promises, she will give him that. And he makes her laugh.
They have very different fighting styles; she gets up close and personal with the bad guys, while he sits back and picks off targets from a distance. Although she has to remind him constantly to keep that distance; he seems to think he has to rush in and keep her company. His enthusiasm is hard to resist.
There’s always a bond between those that fight together: You have to have some trust for the one guarding your back. Trusting someone with your life, however, is easier than trusting them with your self. But little by little, she starts to depend on him. By the time they’ve both saved the other’s life a few times, she realizes there’s a bond between them. They’re becoming… friends?
In the Deep Roads, what started out as a business relationship becomes something more. He knows she’s worried about Bethany and Mother, left alone with Gamlen, and he never stops his jokes, trying to keep her spirits up. All their spirits, actually. The Deep Roads are… a darkness on the soul, and he lightens it, somehow.
Until… Bartrand. For once she sees a side of Varric he usually manages to keep hidden. While it was obvious he and his brother didn’t see eye to eye, this betrayal breaks open the shell of the jovial dwarf. The pain in his eyes makes her hurt, for him, and now she’s the one trying to cheer him up.
After the Deep Roads, it’s not even a question. Where she goes, Varric goes. He doesn’t hesitate to speak up when he thinks she’s making a mistake, but he doesn’t argue when she does it anyways, trusting that she knows what she’s doing.
His nosiness for information for his books, his need to know the story behind the story, is invasive at first but it soon becomes a game between them. They jockey back and forth amiably, with a grin and a wink, and he acknowledges with a silent, resigned headshake when she outmaneuvers him.
She sees what he does for the others, too. Quietly, not ever letting on that he’s the one that does the little things that make their lives easier, diverting trouble or simply watching over them. She wonders how he can be such a man, with a brother like Bartrand. But perhaps that’s the answer: they’re his family, now. And he looks out for them.
Even at the end, he follows her through the fire and the ashes, the heartbreak and despair. And still he stays at her side, until he has to leave her, to make her safer.
They will meet again, though. She trusts in that.