Good call, but I do think it applies to Hawke as well; this idea of her homeland impacting her even in a foreign land, something she can never leave behind. Sometimes the wind pushes her forward, sometimes it holds her back, sometimes it’s just a flutter against her cheek or a fatherly ruffle in her hair; sometimes it hits her bangs just right and she looks more heroic; sometimes it hits her bangs all wrong and she looks a hot mess; but wherever she goes, the wind always follows, the wind always touches — and she can never touch back.