Fenris growled and frowned and brooded. There was nothing unusual about any of that, thus Garrett chose to ignore it. He was determined to look after Fenris, there was no way he was going to allow his elf get ill in the cold and wet that passed as winter in Kirkwall. And with Mother and Carver dead and Bethany gone to the Wardens, there was no one for Garrett to fuss over.

He'd sat down and sewed one of Bethany's snuggle blankets into a garment. It had sleeves so that Fenris could keep his hands warm, it wrapped around the body so that there would not slip off like a blanket would. That it was pink and had a design of hearts on it was incidental, Fenris would not mind it anyway - he had not minded the pink scarf at Winter Solstice so Garrett was pretty sure this would be OK too.

"Now you will not catch a cold! I know how horrible and draughty it is in that mansion you inhabit. You really should move out, at least for the winter - there's plenty of room in the manor for you and Dog would love to see you more often too."

Garrett didn't have to say out loud that he would be the one enjoying Fenris's company the most, they both knew this.

Fenris sighed and shook his head in bewilderment - he would never understand this strange human that had invaded his life and stolen his affections. So he gave in, as he always did. And it was warm. And comfortable. And it smelled of Garrett.