A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, wanted to get something out, but seem to have a bit of a block. I'm hoping it won't last long though. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Fenris arrived at his estate in the wee hours of the morning. He had drunk himself into a stupor after his confrontation with Varric. When he reached his room, he went to the trunk he had at the foot of his bed. He reached inside and pulled out the scarf he had taken from Hawke the night they shared together. It was soft and still smelled like her. He wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to go to her. To hold her. He hadn't heard anything. Kirkwall had yet to hear that she was hurt. They praised her, the Champion of Kirkwall. Yet not a one of them knew she maybe dying.

He cursed himself. He had seen her fighting, knew the hurt she was feeling was causing her to be reckless. While she still had him come with them when they went on mission, she never sent for him herself. She had barely said anything to him since that night. She had been pleasant enough. But would avoid him she could. But then he had done the same. He had tried to go to her when her mother was murdered, but she all but kicked him out the door.

As he lay down on the bed, he closed his eyes, his thoughts were on Hawke. He never even noticed the figure in the corner of the room.

His eyes shot open a second before he was hit with a magical bolt. He fell back against the bed, his eyes beginning to close as he descended into darkness.

"You never should have hurt her. It's all your fault." Those were the last words he heard.

XVXV

The night passed by slowly at the Amell estate as Hawke's friends waited to see if she would pull through. Her breathing became even, and her wounds were healing, but she was growing paler. Though Bodhan tried to get them all to go home and rest, knowing they were all tired from the Qunari attack, they all refused, saying they needed to make sure Hawke would be alright. Knowing that was a useless battle he had the guest room made up and food prepared. He refused to let their exhaustion take over and all but forced them to eat and sleep.

They took turns staying with Hawke that night, terrified that she would slip away. By the morning they all felt relief when she had made it through. Orana was staying with Hawke as the group gathered in the dining room for breakfast, at Bodhan's urging of course.

"Her body is healing well. Though she will have scars, they wont keep her from doing what she does best." Anders stated, his face looking grim. "It is her spirit that worries me. She seems to be an empty shell; the Hawke we know is not there."

"Then is there nothing we can do? Are we just supposed to sit here and watch her fade away? We cant do that! There had to be away to get her to come back to us." Aveline was frustrated; she was used to problems her sword could fix.

"Without the glow she will be forever lost."

Everyone turned around seeing Sandal in the doorway.

"What do you mean, what glow?" Merrill asked. "She not glowing is she? That would be strange."

"Oh Daisy, I don't think he means Hawke herself is glowing." Varric said.

"Sandal, what do you mean?" Aveline asked.

"Follow the light. Follow the light."

"What light? Tells us what you mean." Aveline said.

Sandal shrugged, "Enchantment!" With that he left and went to play with Rupert.

"Anyone else think the dwarf is a little on the creepy side?"Anders asked.

"Most definitely." Sebastian replied.

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Anders had gone upstairs to see to Hawke, it was time to change her dressings. When he got to the room, he saw that she was getting paler. He quickly changed the bandages, whispering to her. When he was done he looked down at her, his expression sad. She is not long for this world. Her spirit is in the fade, but it will not stay there much longer, Justice told him. If you wish to save her, you will have to enter the fade yourself and bring her out.

"Oh yea, because the fade has worked so well for us in the past." He muttered.

Then she will die.