Yeah I have been hinting this one for awhile. I never could decide whether I like playing as a rogue or as a mage better, so in the story I decided to combine them, like they basically are in DAO as a class option. Bioware owns all.

Ch. 9 Never Alone

An enormous weight falls upon his shoulders, she couldn't be serious. She had never shown any bit of magic to him, she was avoiding the actual problem.

"Why are you lying to me? You are no mage; you do not wield a staff. You have not ever used magic. Just tell me what happened to you."

"I am not lying!" She holds up her hand as a tiniest flame appears, before it dissipates as quickly as it was created, "That is all I am capable of now…" She looks completely mortified, but he looks like he has just been stabbed in the back. She was not lying about that, but everything else were lies to him now. He turns away from her; for once he cannot stand the sight of her.

"It was sealed away by a blood mage slaver when I attacked that time. I joked about that day to you, but it was one of the most horrifying moments in my life. I hardly ever used my magic before; only to protect my family or others, but like a coward, I used it to protect myself then…"

Dusk had settled on the camp as Hawke finds her hands and feet now bound to stakes in the ground spread apart; she failed to escape once again. She figured they would whip her like usual, just in a much more brutal position, but they had something far worst in store for her this time. The scar faced man steps toward her, holding a knife in his hand; she will not show him fear.

"I've been waiting for you to cause trouble again my little whore." She has to turn away from the man's breath, it alone was torture enough.

He taps the knife on her chest, "You would think by now the others would learn that flogging just won't do it with you. Something else needs to occur for you to understand your place here. I've grown tired of that smug sense of superiority you always have, even at this moment you look at me like there is nothing I can do you that you cannot overcome, but you are very wrong."

He begins to use the knife to tear open her tunic and another slaver tires to stop him, "Wait they wanted her left intact. She will be worth quite a bit of coin to keep her that way."

"I will cover the difference, I want this one. Now leave!" He continues and she tries to focus away from it, to a time when she was still with her family and happy. She and Bethany picking flowers to make a gift for mother, the day they were given Brutus, their mabari, and when she pulled that perfect prank off on Carver. It wasn't enough however and she is shattered to reality.

His hands move to unfasten her pants and her mind tunnels to a part of her she dare not tread.

"I can help you…" A demonic voice echoes in her mind; she was too close to the fade now. "I can grant you the power to kill these men and escape back to your family. You do not have to endure this."

"No..." Her mind answers.

"He will take everything from you…"

"No."

"You won't have to be alone anymore…"

"NO!" She shouts out loud as her mind rushes back. Her hands ignite in fire as the ropes burn away and the man stops to call for help. She doesn't allow it and mind blasts him away from her as she frees herself. She approaches him with fire blazing in her eyes and he crawls back away.

"I'm going to do, what should have been done a long time ago…"

"No please…! His groin is then crushed beneath her boot; he would not be able to harm another woman in that way ever again. The man cries out in agony and the others race over to the scene, she sends a wall of fire at them and grabs the knife he had and attacks anyone else that comes near. The sound of bones breaking fills her ears and she throws her blade up to slice off someone's ear. She doesn't notice the mage show up in her blind rage and after he launches a spell her way; she is quickly subdued.

"Hold her down I'll perform a blood seal!" The smell of blood enters the air around her and her connection to the fade is completely severed. Everything is dark after that.

That was the first time in a very long time a demon spoke to me… I had locked myself so far from the fade for so long, not even mages could tell what I was. I know what I am, I know I am dangerous and no matter what I do, nothing will change that…

He remains silent and he refuses to face her so she shouts, "Please say something to me Fenris! Anything, I don't care what it is!"

"What kind of mage are you?" His voice is hateful toward her.

"My father said I am a battlemage. Instead of casting spells at a distance like Bethany, I enter the heat of battle and manipulate the elements around me, usually directing it into my weapons. I chose that path. I never wanted to depend on magic, so I focused on other abilities to learn. Father taught me how to control my magic, but that was the extent of it… I never craved more power from it. He always reminded me that I shouldn't be ashamed of what I am, but I couldn't… I have come to terms with it, but that still doesn't mean I will ever like it."

His mind flashes over everything that has happened. She said she created a fire to protect her sister from the slavers, but when she said arsenal, he figured an explosive of some sort. And when the Templars said they thought she was a mage… How could he have not seen this sooner… He had befriended the enemy. "Then all this time you have been lying to me…"

"I never lied to you Fenris, I just never mentioned I was a mage, but you never asked and every time I tried to tell you, something prevented it. I was afraid at first to tell you because I thought you would turn me in, but after time passed, I was afraid you would hate me. Most of all, I didn't want to say it, because it makes it true. I never wanted this; it has only brought misery to our lives. Someday you will kill Danarius and you will no longer have to run, but I will always be running. No amount of death will ever stop that because what I am running from is myself and what I could become if show weakness for even a moment. You are lucky for that aspect…"

"No I am a fool for ever thinking you were any different… You are worse than Danarius, at least he didn't try to hide what he is. He never tricked me into believing that I didn't have to do this unaided, that there was someone here for me, so he could in turn destroy what little I had left or maybe… Is that what all of this is!" Betrayal; he had heard of the term many times before, but he never truly understood the gravity of the word. For all one knows now, she could be an informant planted by Danarius. A strange and beautiful woman sent to deceive him and he fell right for it.

"What?' She almost whispers out in her confused state and he continues, his voice growing darker, "Did he send you as well. Was this all some sort of scheme conducted by him! You were never captured, you have no family to search for do you! How much is he paying you or is the amusement found in this deception worth the weight in gold! Go join that pirate; I will no longer let you use me mage!"

Most women's natural reaction when severely angered is to slap the source of their rage. Hawke however he finds out punches and very hard from his experience. He probably could not have stopped her fist even if knowing it was coming. It impacts his jaw and he staggers back a little as her voice pierces the air as sharply as a knife, "If you actually believe that for a second thinking back to all we have been through then I am standing near the most irrational dumbass in all existence! That's fine if you hate me for being a mage and can never forgive me for being one, but don't you dare throw all our memories together; all our pain, struggles, and even my family's into that twisted belief!"

He snaps; his markings ignite in an immense glow and he turns around to grab her arms pushing her back to a slamming stop against the wall. He looks down at her with the hate he reserved for all mages, but instead of her still being enraged or trying to fight back, she closes her eyes, "Go ahead; relieve me of this curse. I'm glad it will be you. Just let me say this… I'm so sorry; I never wanted to hurt you, but I guess as hard as I try I always end up doing just that to those I hold dearest to my heart… I let my family down and now I have done the same to you... Thank you for our time together Fenris; even if it doesn't mean the same to you anymore, " Her words were so pained and he wavers.

He couldn't move; something was preventing it… "Ei vento nai mordoi deid," his glow dies down and she becomes baffled. "I don't understand… What does that mean?"

"It means that I don't want to kill you." He could not kill her… not ever or even consider it. If he did he would go back to being that slave who killed the people that showed him a new life even if it all was a facade. With that he moves away from her saying nothing more as he leaves the room. It has left him crushed and deep down doesn't wish to leave, but has to; he can no longer trust her. There is nothing left but to move on and go back to the way life was. He did it years before and he can do it now. Never again will he fall for something like this again. He is destined to remain alone.

The night grows late as he wanders around the city streets with only his thoughts as company. He couldn't shake the feeling that he should go back to her, finish what they started to together and reach Kirkwall, but it feels like he no longer knows her. Realizing wandering aimlessly will only get him killed when he has no focus, he stops inside a tavern to get a room for the night. He pays, but the look in the innkeepers eyes gives away something he has seen many times before.

They are here and probably nearby. Even stepping foot for a few hours in Ferelden can't keep him out of Danarius grasp. It was only a matter of time before the bribed innkeeper alerted the hunters and came for him. He needed to kill something now so let them come.

He closes the door behind, finally secluded behind walls and from prying eyes. He is alone again. He will finally face down hunters on his own like odd times. He can go back before that woman came into his life.

"Fenris can I ask you something?" The pirate interrupts as she finishes explaining Denerim to him as they get closer to port. "You just did."

"You can be impossible to talk to," the pirate keeps her voice in her smooth tone, before getting back on topic. "What does Hawke mean to you?" He pauses for a moment looking over at a carefree Hawke who is watching the approach to land, finding the right words to not really answer to the pirate, but more to himself, "I'm not sure…but… I do not want things to go back to the way before we met, that much I do know."

"Then be sure to remember that."

He clinches his teeth in anger at the memory before another one floods his mind….

A sea of red hair is swept in the wind in front of him, the form of the woman he was once trying to protect turns the tables on him. He didn't hear what she hissed out to the raider all he could think of was the fog warrior stepping in-between him and Danarius.

The thoughts of her don't relent from his mind and he finally punches the wall in frustration. None of it was real, none of it…

He turns, grabbing his sword from his back as the door is kicked in.

"Finally we have found you!" Good he needed a distraction from his thoughts. He engages the three men, which soon turns into four, five, nine…. "Venhedis!" Knowing this closed space to fight in is not desirable for someone like him who wields a greatsword, he jumps out the window, but grits his teeth seeing more waiting for him in the alley. Word must have got out that the ship he was one now was headed to Denerim and they came prepared. He is clearly outnumbered at this point and he makes the split decision not to take them all head on. He runs through the unknown streets and makes a fatal error, finding a dead end instead of an escape route. The barren streets are filled with the footsteps of hunters closing in on him as three unclimbable walls surround him and the only way out is now blocked. To make matters worst, he looks up to see archers at the ready on the rooftops. They brought a small army to face him here and he comes to the realization that this could be his final stand. He was going to bring them hell in any case.

A man then steps out of the group and says, "Avanna Fenris, welcome to Ferelden. They have a saying here, something like 'cornered like a rat' I find it fitting." He keeps his calm to the hunter he has encountered before, but managed to survive his wrath. Damn mages and their accursed blood magic.

"Well when you corner an animal, we have a tendency to show our teeth."

The man smiles smugly as the the scar Fenris gave him is revealed in the moonlight.

"Wear them as something you overcame, not as something holding you back. Be proud of that."

He forces the thought away as the man continues, "So you have shown me before, but I came prepared this time and you have really become careless. There is strength in numbers, yet you chose to fight alone. It's your folly in battle and why you finally lose today. I am generous however, you still have the option to surrender with your life."

"That's why I never like to fight alone, I know my weakness in battle, but with others at my side I'm a lot stronger. They replace those flaws and I do the same for them. It makes it mean more to me and that more important knowing there is more than just my life on the line and I fight a lot harder for it."

He clinches his greatsword and loses himself in his thoughts. Why did I…? What have I done? Hawke, please forgive me…

He snaps from them as a corpse falls to the ground near him from the roof above. The sound of an arrow and the cry of another man above cases everyone to look up, seeing the archers dead as a form cascades down landing hard but gracefully in front of him. The figure stands to full height as a braid of red hair drifts in the wind.

"Who says he fights alone? I guess your not as prepared as you think." Her voice drifts into the night and Fenris remains frozen in place. "Hawke..?"

"Who is this!" The hunter stares her down angrily before smirking, "A minor miscalculation. One girl isn't enough to take us all on."

"One girl, no I would have to agree. But a woman and man who has faced down more than you together not so much. Oh and by the way, found out where all your reinforcements were hiding out and regret to say they won't be joining you this evening. Oh and let me not forget to tell you your little alienage plot has already been taken down, not by us however. So you might want to add that into your miscalculations, just a tip."

He can feel the confidence leave her voice as the hunter looks to her horrified, before it shifts to rage. He then takes this moment to step in, "Hawke get out of here this is not your fight."

"It is now. The only way out is through them. Don't worry after they are gone you won't ever have to see me again."

The hunter points his blade at them now, "I want their heads dropped at my feet!"

They rush in and Hawke looks over at him with a reassuring smile before she engages her opponents. He follows, entering the fray and they fight through the mass together. She has grown much stronger and sparring together has made their fighting blend together beautifully. She needed to learn how to fight with more focus, he needed to learn how to fight as a team with another. Sparring with her helped him get to know her movements and speed and how to match them perfectly in battle. Whether knowingly or not, she had learned the same from him.

It all felt too simple after he finally kills off the slaver he failed to last time around. He had stared down terrible odds like this before, but he barely escaped with his life. Here it almost seemed to end too quickly. The blood begins to fill the streets as their labored breathes mist in the cold night air. She looks over to him, before tugging his vambrace to lead down a different alley before anyone shows up. Everything is just so surreal.

They reach a fountain a good distance away to wash all the blood away and she speaks up, "Trouble sure gravitates to you, good thing I happened to see them trailing you."

He finishes up, crossing his arms and refusing to look her way as he voices angrily, "You followed me?"

"No, I saw someone else following you from the window. I then followed him and questioned him about what was going on. He wasn't a slaver, but told me some Tevinters were paying anyone to locate you and that led me to the reinforcements. I took care of them easy enough; finding out that the group in the alienage pulling off the same thing we faced in Seleny was killed off by a woman with lavender eyes and these guys left to capture you. I guess you know the rest."

He turns a glare over at her and says, "It was none of your concern. I left remember."

"So? You had good reason to and that doesn't mean I was going to let you face whatever alone when you were so lost in thought you couldn't detect someone following you not far away in empty streets. And you say I'm reckless." He grits his teeth to her and she sighs, "I don't expect anything from you, I was just looking out for someone I care about and always will, even if he could careless about me anymore it doesn't change a thing; I never turn my back on my friends even if they hate me. I just wanted to at least get the chance to say goodbye. Thanks again for everything, I just hope deep down somewhere, you don't regret it all…" She walks off down the dark streets and he clinches his fists as his eyes betray him and look her way. He thoughts begin to blur as this feels wrong.

What was he missing now? He could have asked himself questions until the end of time about this, but they all lead to one simple answer; like it always was with her. It wasn't all a lie… What she meant to him was real and what she returned… it never felt like a lie to him. Nothing had changed; her being a mage didn't make her any different from what she had been to him. She is still that irritatingly stubborn, beautiful woman, with a strong heart that had its own scars. She had accepted him for what he was and it may take him time, but he can do the same for her. Even after everything, she should him where her loyalty lied and was there to protect him from Danarius's soldiers. It was an mistake to turn his back on her and he admits that now.

His feet quickly move toward as he calls, "Hawke wait!"

She stops turning back to the elf. He looks to the side as he still remains a bit conflicted even though his mind is made up. "The warden told me they are staying at an estate nearby and can help you remove that blood seal. We'll leave in the morning."

Her eyes widen at him and she says, "Fenris… We…? Are you…"

"Don't make me repeat myself Hawke." She steps up and says, "No, I don't expect you to forgive me for…"

"I don't," he states bluntly before following with, "There is nothing to forgive, you have done nothing to me that I haven't to you. I never should have left you like that and said those things to you. I do not mean or believe anything I said to be true. You might be a mage, but you are still Hawke to me. I'll watch you more closely now knowing that, but I won't think less of you for it. You are nothing like the other mages I have seen and you have given me no reason not to trust you. I condemned you for that fact alone and I was wrong to do so. You deserve better than that and I understand how hard it must have been to tell me, knowing I would react like this to you. Forgive me…"

He looks to the woman as he eyes glimmer with emotion, before a smiles takes over her face. He almost falls over as she lunges at him into a tight hug. "You idiot how could you ask me to forgive you!"

She rests he head against him and a small smile tug at his lips. He wants her there with him, the fact she is a mage and all. Story of his life, always a mage involved and influencing it, but this time he accepts it. Things will become more dangerous being around her however, but he would be sure to protect her, whether from demons that might prey on her or herself in general. He may not know her as a mage, but it still doesn't change the fact of who he is thinking about and holding in his arms at the moment. For the first time he is in the presence of a mage and doesn't feel the need to keep his guard up. She may not have changed, but he has.

He'll never understand how much what he said means to her. To put his prejudices aside despite all he has been through for her, she knows how difficult it was for him. She will not let him down, not ever again.

She enjoys the warmth of his arms as wishes to stay like that forever, but then remembers… "Oh I'm so sorry!" She lets go of him and steps back saying, "Sorry I was just so happy I forgot all about your personal space or no touching issue! I keep forgetting that don't I!? I'm so stupid!" She berates herself in the streets, but stops as she hears his small laugh in the night air.

"Did it seem like I minded?"

She shakes her head no and says,"Yeah but you were probably just trying to be nice. Anyway, you have to be freezing, I know I am. Let's go back okay?" He nods and steps up beside her to continue up the streets asking, "So anymore secrets I should know about from the mystery woman beside me?" He was only joking, but she missed that part.

"Sure I will tell you everything, lets see… Well I aways put my pants on my right leg first. I can't stand for my hair to be a mess. Blue is my favorite color, but I really like green too. I love strawberries. I hate the smell of eggs… I…"

He smiles, shaking her head at her saying, "I was not serious Hawke."

She laughs, "Oh well, just making sure…" She the drops down one knee as he begins to hear a strain in her voice and quickly goes down to her side. "What happened, are you injured?"

"No, I just overexerted myself is all. Matching your pace can take a lot out of someone." She smiles at him and tries to stand, but he stops her. "You have done more than enough tonight Hawke, I'll take care of the rest."

She eyes him curiously as he an arm across her back, before dipping down and placing the other underneath her knees, lifting her up against him. Her blush is uncontrollable now as she grips onto his chest plate. "Fenris what are you doing!?"

"Carrying you back," he says it plain as day and she responds, "You don't have to, I can still walk."

"I don't have to do a lot of things, but that doesn't mean I don't want to do them. You were there for me tonight and I am here for you now." She looks up to him as he keeps his eyes focused on the path ahead. She is still a bit nervous he is only doing this as some sort of apology, but doesn't actually want to.

"Are you sure you want me this close to you, I thought…" He quiets her as he pulls in her shoulder to press her up against him more. "Yes." With that she smiles and finally relaxes.

Being carried off into the night by a handsome elf. Before she would think of it as sappy and torn out of the pages of some fairy tale her father would read to them. But, now it was so beautiful to her. She wasn't the weak girl who was rescued and currently beginning whisked away by the man who did all the work to save her, nothing like that at all This is all to show her that he doesn't think she needs his help, but he wants to anyway. It's something you do for people you care about; help them whether they need it or not. It lets you know someone is always going to be there for you and you're not alone. What she has done for him.

"Good, because this is what I want as well." She closes her eyes and finally giving into the stress of the day, falls asleep in his arms.

He notices her breathing shift to confirm it and he stops for a moment. She trusts me this much?

Sure they have slept in each others presence many times before, but to fall so easily asleep in his arms after what occurred only hours ago; he is a bit stunned. She is foolhardy personified, but then again now that he thinks of it, he is no different.

He steps through the doors to enter the brothel only to be greeted by a worried looking pirate headed his way. "I have been looking everywhere for you two once I saw you weren't the room…." Her eyes then drift down to Hawke and she narrows her eyes at him, "What happened to her!? Fenris if you hurt her I'll…!"

His teeth grind in anger, but he says out of annoyance, "We ran into some hunters after me is all. She is resting and if you don't keep quiet you will wake her."

"Oh why didn't you say so?" He gives her a look of scorn and she walks beside him as he continues to the room. "So I take it she told you?"

"And I take it you already knew." He turns a side glance to her.

"I knew because I asked her. The wonders of trying to get to know someone better and asking questions about them." She smirks to him as his annoyance for her escalates. "It is done and hold no ire toward her for it. You can go back to what we all know is why you wanted to come here for." He pushes open the unlocked door to their room the pirate must have picked and places Hawke on the bed. Isabela follows him in, looking over at Hawke as he unstraps his sword to put away.

"You know she is really pretty and adorable when she's passed out like this and you get to see this all the time. I'm rather jealous." She moves the strains of hair out of Hawke's face as Fenris points to the door. "Out."

"Come on Fenny, relax and lighten up, oh we can have a sleep over. It will be fun." He scowls at her and she sighs, "Fine, fine I'll be around if you need me." She saunters out the door and Fenris closes and locks it behind her. Noisy wench.

He discards the pieces of his armor by his weapon, before he stops and slowly turns back to her. She was peaceful when she slept, barely moved or made a sound. He remembers her teasing him about watching her sleep and he smiles at that. He never took notice before, but the pirate is right.

He sits on the edge of the bed near her as she does not stir and his eyes linger on her longer than they should. They travel to her slightly parted lips and he swallows a lump in his throat as he looks away. Have I gone mad?

He sighs, looking back to her, his hand drifting cautiously toward her. His thumb traces along her bottom lip before resting his palm against her cheek. So delicate and yet so powerful; like the flowers he saw in Seheron. The most striking ones were also the most deadly and only a fool would handle them without caution.

"I'm so sorry; I never wanted to hurt you, but I guess as hard as I try I always end up doing just that to those I hold dearest to my heart…"

He moves his hand away and turns from her, a slight laugh escaping him as he does so. To willing allow himself to care for a mage and for her actually return it to him; if there is a maker he must be laughing at him now.

"Fenris is something wrong?" He turns back to her as she begins to sit up and he says, "I'm sorry did I wake you?"

She rubs her eyes and shakes her head no, so he moves to stand. "It's nothing, I was only checking on you." He feels her hand on his wrists and she voice says shyly, "You don't have to move, you can stay right here with me, I mean if you want?"

His eyebrow raises at that, "Hawke not that long ago I was ranting at the fact you are a mage and now you offer me to bed with you?"

She blushes brightly and says, "That's not what I mean you…!" She calms herself and says, "I meant you don't have to get up."

"It was a jest Hawke."

Her eye twitches in irritation, oh of course it was. She clears her throat ignoring his smirk and looks at herself. She starts removing her boots and complains, "What did you just toss me down in here. not everyone likes to wake up ready for battle."

"I'll be sure to relieve you of your clothing next time. You seem to have no reservation about removing it in front of me as it stands." She glares up to the mocking elf, ready to throw her boot at him, but waivers seeing that smile and twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Damn he was attractive and damn she could not stay annoyed at him. Funny how not long ago she could have almost sworn he was going to kill her. It was his eyes that told her he wouldn't. Filled with hate at first, the longer he looked into hers, the more that resolve faded. Everything in his mind must have told him to hate me for what I am, but his heart wouldn't allow it. That is why she doesn't fear him, even with the warnings he gives about himself, he has become too strong to destroy anything he values. To him it will mean Danarius wins and he isn't about to let that happen, she is sure of it. Relieve me of this curse? She laughs at herself. When did I become such a drama queen.

"What do you find so amusing?" He asks her and she smiles to him. "Just thinking about something stupid earlier."

She removes her second boot and he asks, "That wouldn't happen to be in reference to me would it?"

She just grins and says, "Maybe, maybe not." She pulls her top armor up of her shoulders, but grits her teeth as it slides across her arms.

"You're hurt?" He questions obviously noticing her reaction and she says, "I'm fine, just sore is all."

She then seethes as he intentionally touches the area. "Let me see it."

She knew what it was, but didn't what him to. It was for the best he didn't. "No."

To be someone so found of the word, he seems to not know the meaning of it. He leans over her intimidatingly, his stern eyes locked on hers and his hands at either side on her on the bed to block her in. "Now Hawke."

She leans back uncomfortably, secretly wishing it was back in the days where he kept away from personal space, secretly wishing he would lean in more. His eyes were too overwhelming for her and she relents, beginning to unbutton her long sleeved shirt while muttering, "Okay," as she does so. With her undershirt now exposed, she slowly slides off one of her sleeves, not making any eye contact with him.

With the room now quiet, he looks over the bruising of her exposed arm. It wasn't something received in battle, no it was quite clear what it was, it was from him. He did this to her, when she she had never done anything to deserve it. He had harmed her for telling him the truth and his mind flashed to his past. Memories of this same bruising on the female slaves abused for no reason. He was the same as the men who once disgusted him.

She glances over, unable to read what is going through his mind; anger, sadness, shame? He seemed too conflicted, so she decides to speak up and joke about it. "Oh don't look so broody Fenris, it's just a bruise. I get them all the time, mostly from tripping over myself. It will go away, though I'll have to hide it from Isabela so she doesn't make any rough sex jokes to…"

Her words cease as his arms slide under hers, his palms resting up on her back and her against his chest in a tight embrace. She is left speechless as she feels his jaw clinch over her shoulder as he wide eyes turn slightly his way.

"That's not the point, I did this to you. I don't care if you are a mage or not, you should not receive this kind of treatment. Especially from someone you have placed your trust in." He doesn't know what came over him or why he decided to embrace her, but he doesn't want to let her go.

His voice is like nothing she has heard from him before, so she replies almost coldly to make her point clear, "No, I deserved it for not telling you the truth sooner. Besides I hit you first. Stop making it a big deal though, it is not." She too had felt bad for punching him earlier, but didn't regret it. Working with Danarius? Honestly... It was meant to knock some sense into him and not hurt him, so fortunately no visible signs or markings showed on his jaw where her fist connected.

"You don't understand how much this haunts me." His voice is low, so she moves back a little out of his arms to face him. Her hand gently guides him to face her as she speaks up, "I do, not long ago I caused my friend pain too. I wanted to cry, scream at the top of my lungs for what I did, but then realized, just like before, thinking only about what I did wrong wasn't going to help anyone. So I decided to do everything possible to make it right again and look where we are now. I have an elf who doesn't like to touch or be touch by others holding me in his arms. I honestly didn't expect the day to end like this, but I'm glad it did. I'm happy when I'm around you, whether we are arguing, fighting together, or cracking bad jokes at one another. I thought I would never actually be able to smile with all my heart again until I found my family, but you've proven me wrong. Everyday I give a genuine smile, it's because of you Fenris."

He smiles, leaning his forehead in to press against hers as he speaks out, "The same can be said about you Hawke."

She couldn't stop her smile from forming if she wanted to and responds with, "And here all I thought I did was make you swear in Arcanum."

"That too." His once solemn voice is now more lively and she moves away. "Listen, we both did things we regretted today, but we are both strong enough to move past it. I know it makes things harder for you being what I am and your history, but I stand with you, nothing else. So if you will still allow me to, I would like to continue to join you to Kirkwall."

"I won't lie to you, it will take me time to cope with that knowledge, but only because I can't see you as anything else than I always have. I will get you to your family Hawke, that is a promise."

"And I will remove anything that comes between you and your freedom from this world." She then hold her hand up in front of them and says, "Deal?"

He takes her offer into his firm grip and says, "Deal."

Their attention is then turned away from one another as they scurry for their weapon when the door to the room bursts open.

"Did someone request two full service specials!"

Hawke and Fenris stare at their two intruders with weapons drawn, one being a rather furry male dwarf wearing only his small clothes. The other being a human man dressed in drag.

Hawke and Fenris's weapons slip from their hands in pure shock as the human flaps the fan in front of his face flirty like, "Oh my aren't they gorgeous!"

"And weapons! Alright I like the kinky stuff. So what will it be? The rowdy bandits and the captured guards? I got the handcuffs right here." The dwarf adds.

The mortified pair look to each other before shouting in unison, "OUT!"

"But it has already been paid for messeres."

"Don't care leave now!" Hawke goes over to the door as the uninvited guests depart.

"Some people are just so rude and don't like to share."

"I know right."

Hawke slams the door behind them, leaning her back up against it and facing Fenris who looks like he is about to kill something. That something has a name…

"Hawke, what kind of abominations were those? I have never seen anything like that in Tevinter," he asks flatly and Hawke starts to laugh rather loudly. "Goddamn Isabela! Those little gifts were her idea of some kind of joke. We so owe her for that one."

Fenris then retrieves his sword of the floor, "Yes, let me show her my gratitude." He sneers and Hawke giggles, walking over to the elf and getting him to lower his sword. "In the morning. Try to get some sleep aside from the nightmares this will gives us."