Anders could not tell anyone what made him shove Fenris out to the way of the beast that would have taken him down due to his paralysis. Anders knew fright when he saw it and he knew that Fenris was not going to move before the great cat was upon him. He swore as the creature barreled into him and then screamed as it tried to tear into him as he fought back with fire, ice and his bare fist. The remainder of the fight was a blur as something fought the beast off of him and he blacked out… barely making out Hawke calling his name as he went unconscious.

Fenris paced as he watched Hawke patch up the mage, and feed him a healing potion…he knew why he froze in place, he knew why he could not move even if he'd been commanded to by the Maker himself. He hated that his fear had been revealed to everyone, but mostly because he was now in debt to the mage for saving his life. They pitched camp because it was too dangerous to move Anders and by the time they were done, everyone wanted sleep more than they wanted to grill Fenris about what had happened.

Hawke gave him a look that said he would be stopping by his mansion to get answers as he went to his tent. Fenris offered to take first watch, partially because he was too keyed up to sleep and so he could watch over the sleeping mage. Considering he kept him from becoming that creatures lunch, he might as well keep an eye on him.

Well into the night he heard the mage moving about, mumbling for something… trying to move his bandaged arm. Fenris came over and found that the mage was awake and clearly in pain. He uncapped a lyrium potion and fed it to Anders… it was enough for him to heal himself, stopping the ache in his shoulder where the beast tried to take a bite out of him. Anders went back to sleep, Fenris sitting next to him, unsure of what to do with him.

Sebastian relieved the elf and stood guard over Anders until dawn broke over the camp. He nearly yelped loud enough to wake the camp when Anders awoke and grabbed at his ankle to get his attention.

"You're awake.. good. Let me get you some water." Sebastian filled his canteen and returned to give Anders a drink of water and to see how he was doing.

"Can you speak?"

"Yes, can you unwrap my arm, I need to see what the damage is before I can heal it."

Sebastian nodded and carefully unwrapped his arm for him then sat back while Anders healed himself…after he was done his arm was whole once more, but he didn't trust himself to carry anything.

"It's a good thing you're a healer or you'd be worse off."

"True enough, where's Fenris? I'd hate to have gotten mauled if he wound up …"

"I am here mage… Sebastian if you can give us a moment?"

The prince left them alone, Anders cradling his arm and Fenris sitting next to him… unsure of how he wanted to proceed.

"I… thank you for saving my life."

"You're welcome… what made you freeze up? I've never seen you do that in battle."

"I would rather not speak of it now, but once we have returned to town I will tell you why… can you stand?"

"Probably not, I may need help for a bit longer."

Fenris offered him a hand up and for once Anders didn't argue or bait the elven warrior. He let him help until they got to town… and Anders noticed Fenris wasn't guiding him to the lower levels of Darktown.

"Fenris, I live the other way."

"I wish to… speak to you and you are weakened still, if a Templar raid were to show up you would be defenseless."

"You are right I suppose. Lead on then."