The elf was drifting, his golden eyes fluttering shut as his exhausted body gave into sleep. Dimly he could hear someone hammering on a door. Zevran groaned slightly, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. It took him a moment to realize his cheek was resting on a warm body. The elf sat up slightly, smiling as he remembered where he was. The hammering came again. "Alright, alright," Zevran yawned, reaching down to shake Fenris. "People," he mumbled.

Fenris stirred awake. He moaned sitting up. "Its too early for this." He said getting out of bed, putting the top half of his under armor back on, and walking to the door.

Zevran sighed, reluctant to leave the warm bed. Still, he fumbled for his blades and staggered to the railing on the second floor atrium to look over, still in his small clothes. "Who is it?" he called as Fenris cracked the door.

Fenris still dead tired frowned, turning back to Zevran. "It Hawke." He said leaving the door open, walking back to his room getting the rest of his armor on.

Zevran leaned over the edge as the woman entered, unphased by the fact he was still half naked. "Can we help you?" he called down, his voice tired but playful.

Hawke smiled looking up at Zevran, seeing him with his knifes and daggers, but no armor. "Just checking up on you and Fenris." Hawke said walking up the stairs to Zevran, giving him a quick hug. "So, how are you guys holding up?" She said for only Zevran to hear.

Zevran shrugged, unable to shake the smile he had woken up with. "Oh, you know how it is," he started, trying to disguise his happiness for his usual snarky charm. "He steals all the sheets. Impossible really." Hawke slightly laughed at Zevran's comment when Fenris returned, wearing all his spiky armor.

"What's so funny?" He asked looking at Zevran then at Hawke. "Nothing, my dear friend," the elf responded airily. Zevran pouted slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You have made yourself so unapporoachable."

"What?" He said looking at his outfit. "What's wrong with my armor?" He asked.

Hawke is just standing off to the side, trying to stifle her laughter.

"Can I not embrace you without risking my life?" Zevran sighed, clicking his tongue.

Hawke busted out laughing, nearly falling on the floor.

Fenris stood there glaring at Hawke as she lay there laughing, him slightly blushing.

Deciding he had teased enough, Zevran clapped his friend on the shoulder. "I will get dressed, yes? Then shall we find something to eat?" Without waiting for a response, he vanished into the bedroom, leaving Fenris and Hawke alone.

Hawke sat up in tears. "Maker that was rich." She said still slightly laughing. She stood up wiping the tears from her face before looking at Fenris. When she looked at Fenris she started laughing again.

Fenris growled. "Hawke its not that funny." He said getting annoyed.

"Yes it is." Hawke said holding her sides from laughing so hard.

Fenris shook his head and rubbed his brow. "I swear I will never understand you Hawke." He said, wishing Zevran would hurry up.

Zevran hesitated at the door, listening to them. Would she ask Fenris about him? He sensed that the other elf did have some sort of fondness for him, but how far it extended, he did not know.

Hawke now truly done laughing, stood back up. She looked at Fenris. "So...what do you think of Zevran?" She asked him, knowing full well that Zevran was listening in.

Fenris slightly blushed, looking away from Hawke. He swallowed hard. "I don't know...he seems like a pretty nice guy." Fenris said trying to hide the fact that they slept together.

Hawke frowned. "Fenris, you can be honest with me, I won't tell anyone, not even Zevran." She said crossing her heart.

Fenris looked back up blushing more, but he cleared his throat. "I...well I...I think he's kind. No that is insufficient, I think he's amazing " Fenris said quietly.

Zevran rested his back against the bedroom wall, feeling suddenly weak in the knees. He shouldn't be this. . . vulnerable. Why were those words so important to him? He had never cared before.

Fenris realizing what he just said, tried changing the subject. "Zevran are you ready yet?" He said his voice slightly cracking.

"Y-yes," Zevran called, trying to smooth his voice. He strode back out into the hall, absently braiding his hair.

"Zevran are you ok? You feeling alright?" Hawke asked seeing him come out of the room, his hair only half done and the half that was done was messy.

Fenris looked at Zevran also curious to know if he was ok.

"I'm in thought," he returned, managing a charming smile. He sighed in frustration, pulling the half done braid loose again. "Fenris, Hawke, someone, Would you mind?" he asked, combing his hair smooth with his fingers and trying again.

Hawke stepped forward starting the braid again. As she did Zevran's hair she looked at Fenris. "How about you remove your gauntlets and help me with Zevran's hair Fenris." She said not asking, telling.

Fenris rolled his eyes but removed his gauntlets and walked over to the other side of Zevran, starting the braid on the right side. When they were finished Hawke looked at her braid then at Fenris's, Fenris's braid was nicer than hers. She looked at Fenris slightly surprised. "I didn't know you could style hair Fenris." She said.

Fenris talked as he put his gauntlets back on. "Yes, one of the less degrading tasks Hedriana had me do for her when I was still a slave." He said with a small sigh.

Zevran sat between them, rather enjoying the attention. At Fenris's words, he frowned and reached out to touch the elf's arm. "It's not degrading when you do it for me, is it?"

Fenris smiled slightly. "No its not Zevran, I rather enjoyed fixing your hair." He said touching Zevran's shoulder before reaching for his greatsword, then he looked at Hawke. "So, what kind of trouble do you plan on getting into today Hawke?" Fenris asked.

Hawke looked at Fenris. "Hmm, I don't know. Lets ask Varric maybe he has an idea." She said smiling, happily running down the stairs.

Fenris shook his head, then looked at Zevran, smiling at him, before walking down the stairs, following Hawke.