Kathrine Morgana Hawke made her way over to speak with Fenris.

"I've been thinking about what happened with Hadriana." he said, getting up. "I took out my anger on you, undeservedly so. I was...not myself. I'm sorry."

"I had no idea where you went, I was concerned." she confessed.

"I needed to be alone." he told her, turning away. "When I was a slave, Hadriana was a torment. She'd ridicule me, deny my meals, hound my sleep. Because of her status, I was powerless to respond." he turned back to her. "And she knew it. The thought of her slipping out of my grasp now...I couldn't let her go. I wanted to, but I couldn't."

"What do you mean?"

"This hate...I thought I had gotten away from it. But it dogs me no matter where I go. To feel it again, to know it was they who planted it inside me, it was to much to bear." he paused. "But I didn't come here to burden you further." Fenris turned to leave.

"You don't have to leave, Fenris." she interrupted, reaching out and grabbing his forearm. The lyrium markings instantly glowed blue and he turned, pushing her back against the wall. The glow faded and after a moment their lips touched. Kathrine twisted and pushed him to the wall as they kissed.

She leaned back and blinked then took his hand and led him in the direction of her room.

-x-x-x-

Kathrine closed the door, slipped over to her dresser and pulled out a long, red scarf. She then walked back over and held it up for him to take.

"It's...it's a gift I got from my mother and father when I was younger. It means a lot to me, it was a gift that came with my first daggers, tied around the handle of one." she explained. "It's a little beaten up, since I wore it around a lot as a good luck charm, and more since my father died. But, I'd like you to have it. Since you mean a lot to me, as did the scarf."

"Are you sure Hawke, seems like it means a lot to you." he responded.

"I'm sure." she paused and put a piece of it in her teeth then ripped. "Here, I'll keep one, you take the other." Fenris reached out and took one piece of it from her, looking at it.

"I will keep it, as a memory of you." he told her, tying it around his wrist. Kathrine's lips curved into a smile.

"Yes, yes." she agreed, doing the same with her own piece and tilting her head to indicate the bed. "Join me?" she murmured. It was silent but she could tell that he would. There was a thud as armor was tossed aside, but he kept the ribbon on his wrist.
Kathrine stripped off her shirt and skirt off and kicked off her shoes before getting on the bed.

-x-x-x-

Fenris sat up, head in his hands. His body ached, in a good way, and his head spun.

He glanced over and saw Hawke sleeping, her hair draped her face, one hand on the bed and the other on the pillow, eyes closed and legs kicked out off the other side of the bed. She looked...peaceful and fragile, but he knew better then to think she was, for even a moment.
The elf got up and began to get dressed, he wouldn't leave until she awoke, but he wouldn't wake her, either. The woman needed her sleep.

After a moment her walked over to her and laid her limbs back on the bed before turning and staring into the burning fireplace.

-x-x-x-

Hawke blinked open her eyes and looked over, but he was gone. She sat up, propping her body up on one arm and noticed Fenris standing by the fireplace.

"Was it that bad?" she asked with a slight laugh. He turned to face her.

"I'm sorry. It's not...it was fine." he assured her. Kathrine glanced from her pillow back to him. "No that is insufficient, it was better then anything I could have dreamed."

"Your markings. They hurt don't they?" Kathrine questioned, voice brimming with concern, eyes to match.

"It's not that, I began to remember," he managed, pacing. Hawke sat up on the bed. "My life before, just flashes. It's too much. This is too fast. I cannot do this." He stopped and faced her.

"We can work through this." she tried.

"I'm sorry, I feel like such a fool. All I wanted was to be happy, just for a little while." Fenris sighed and turned, head hung. "Forgive me." he ended, walking out.

Kathrine stared after him, eyes welling up with tears. The door slammed shut and the tears began to stream down her face. She looked to her wrist and stared at the scarf still tied around it, she had seen he was still wearing his. Maybe it meant something...
She moved herself back onto the bed, pulling her knees up close and rested her chin on her knees, not making a move to wipe the tears.

"Forgiven, Fenris," she whispered through sobs. "No matter what, I will always forgive you."