Champion, she hears in her dreams. She can still feel the hot slide of steel through her skin, her flesh, the sound of the sword scraping against bone. The unforgettable feeling of being lifted, skewered like a suckling pig on a spit.
Anders had healed her as best he could, but there is still a scar twisting across her abdomen, raised and crimson, an ugly puckered thing. It is hideous under her fingers, lumpy and unfeeling.
She pulls the sheet over her body. Don't look.
Fenris tugs it away from her gently, pressing his lips to the scar and whispering Beautiful.
