It was one of those storms that only covered half the heavens, leaving the odd surrealism of bright and sunny, while water fell from the sky. Hawke was sitting on a large rock next to the cave entrance, letting the rain wash the mud off her face and soak her robes. Fenris stood a short distance away, under a natural run off, trying to get the blood and gore out of his hair.

Carver and Isabella? Well, they had run screaming out into the weather, and were now both naked as babes. He was chasing her, she was pretending to run away. There was squealing involved. On both their parts.

Fenris appeared next to her on the rock, his movements silent and slow, as if Hawke were a doe that might skitter off at any sudden motion. She glanced at him, but decided not to mock him for it. This time. He watched for a bit, until her gaze swept back out towards the ocean, then relaxed, "This doesn't bother you?" The elf waved a hand at the two giddy teenagers. Well, one giddy teenager and a pirate.

"Isabella naked? Half of Kirkwall has seen it, figure it's just my turn."

"And your brother?"

Hawke turned her head to look at the elf, "First thing that goes in a blight? Modesty and proper decorum."

"Much the same in any war," Fenris said, tilting his head as Isabella finally let Carver catch her, and the two twirled around before tumbling down a grassy slope towards the shore and out of sight. "And that?"

Hawke pursed her lips, "What's a few sores and rashes in payment for a lifetime of bitterness and regret?" The elf stared at her, his brows furrowed, and she sighed before shrugging, "You know how kids swing sticks around and call it sword fighting?" Fenris nodded and she continued, "He's swinging his cock around and calling it love."

"He's play acting?"

"Sure. That's how kids learn. They play at cleaning, play at cooking, play at fighting…" She gave him a small grin, "Then they play at flirting, play at kissing, and play at sex. And then they figure out that swords are sharp and everyone has emotions, even warriors. And ex slaves." She gave him a narrowed eyed, knowing look and he cleared his throat, looking away.

"You mock me."

"I mock most people. It's part of my charm."

Fenris looked back at her, shaking his head, "You are a very odd woman, Hawke."

"I prefer to think of it as an overabundance of adorable quirks."

"You blush and stammer when faced with a man's naked chest, yet speak openly of your brother's genitals."

Hawke spread her hands, "I helped change his nappies. Trust me, not nearly as interesting a some men's naked chests."

Fenris just nodded at that and looked back out at the setting sun, the two of them sitting in companionable silence and watching until only a half circle remained and the other two intrepid adventurers returned, freshly washed in the waves. He gave a soft sigh that Hawke heard but the other two didn't and spoke up again, "We will camp here, tonight."

"We should probably do something about the bodies, first," Hawke said, jerking her head towards the corpses of Tal-Vashoth laying where they fell, a few feet away.