He breathes a little easier when his arm is released. After all the years of Templar abuses, having his arm be grabbed and held tight has always been frightening no matter who is doing it. As she talks, Anders looks down before nodding.

"No one else will ever be Hawke. And that's all right. If there were more Hawkes, she wouldn't be as special as she is." And he's still using the present tense. They may not know where she is, there may be plenty of reason to worry, but he's not going to give up hope just yet. She's Hawke, after all. "Don't try to be her. Just be... yourself. You've always been a force, Aveline."