"That whore!"

Nas stood perfectly still. She felt her skin prickling as she tried to control the anger deep inside her chest. More than anything... she was hurt. Betrayed.

After everything that Nas had done for her.

She had promised to give Isabella the fucking relic, even though it would have started a war with the qunari. And still... she ran.

Nas crumpled the note in her hand, dropping on Wall-Eyed Sam's body.

Aveline raged behind her but Fenris stood motionless. The guard-captain cursed her with words that would make Andraste blush, and Nas couldn't help but agree with her. She turned around and saw Fenris watching nothing in particular.

She didn't so much as feel anger from him, more... disappointment.

Nas turned from him, hating the way she felt his feelings towards the pirate queen. She felt her face starting to go blotchy, but she shook it away. She would not cry in frustration.

"Hawke, we need to go to the qunari compound."

Nas turned to Aveline. Without a word, she nodded.

They took a quick route to the Hanged Man, where they found Varric. He took one look at their faces and grabbed Bianca.

Nas headed straight into the compound without so much a looking at the guards. She was too pissed and too upset to give a damn. Walking up to the Arishok's 'throne', Nas waited for him to face her. The guards behind her shuffled nervously. Aveline had insisted that they pick up a few guards along the way, just in case.

She had a horrible feeling 'just in case' was exactly what was going to happen.

Aveline stepped forward as the Arishok greeted them.

"Greetings Arishok," said the guard-captain politely. "We come regarding the elven fugitives that took refuge here."

"Irrelevant. I would speak to Hawke about the relic stolen from my grasp."

The Arishok turned his enormous frame towards Nas. She looked up at him in awe of his size.

"One of my former companions stole it," said Nas bitterly.

"Her part was clear," he said. "Your admission is welcome."

Aveline took another step forward, her face a mask of impatience.

"An issue for another time. We're here for the fugitives."

"The elves are now vidathari. They have chosen to submit to the Qun. They will be protected."

"Have they truly converted? Or are they simply using you as a shield?" asked Nas.

"They have chosen, and so have I. You have not hidden the abuses of your zealots or the corruption of this city. You will understand why I must do this. Let us look at your... dangerous criminals."

Nas turned as she heard footsteps.

Two young elven boys stepped forward with two qunari to their backs.

"Speak vidathari," said the Arishok. "Who did you murder and why?"

One of the elven boys stepped forward and Nas couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"A city guard forced himself of our sister. We reported him... well tried to, but they did nothing about it, no matter what we said. So my brothers and I paid him a visit."

A memory of blonde hair, the smell of sweat and the feeling of pain momentarily clouded her vision. She shook it off as the guard-captain spoke.

"That doesn't excuse murder."

An image of a burning house and screams filled her head. She remembered her father's face all too well... how he looked so angry, so... hateful.

Nas looked at Aveline. "Are these elves telling the truth?"

"There have been rumours. I will investigate, but they still took the law into their own hands."

"Sometimes that is necessary," replied the Arishok.

"Like you avenged the Viscount's son? It was not right then, and it's not right now."

Nas saw Aveline look at her. The guard-captain's deep eyes pleaded with her to understand, to agree. Nas knew how important it was to Aveline and she inwardly sighed. No matter how much she might disagree, Aveline was her friend. She had already lost one sister-in-arms tonight, and she'd be damned if she lost another.

"What these men did was wrong," said Nas, holding her chin up defiantly.

"Their actions were merely symptoms. Your society is the disease. They have chosen. The vidathari will submit to the Qun and find a path your way has denied them."

The Arishok walked forward, standing directly in front of Aveline. Nas felt her mana stir, but she held it just on the brink of control.

"You can't just decide that. You must hand them over."

Nas felt her stomach doing back flips as the Arishok's face flickered with some kind of emotion. He held Aveline's glare for a few painful seconds before turning. He walked forward slowly before turning sharply back. He looked deep into Nas's eyes.

"Tell me, Hawke: what would you do, in my place?"

She sighed. "Arishok... things are bad here. It would ease things over if you just give them over to us. The Viscount will let you leave without any fuss and you can go home. We'll just forget about this whole mess. "

He frowned.

"I cannot leave without the relic, and I cannot stay and remain blind to this dysfunction. There is only one solution."

"Arishok, there is no need for-"

Aveline was silenced as the Arishok raised his hand. His lips turned into snarl as he spun on his heel. Nas called her mana silently to her as the Arishok looked up to one of the other qunari.

"Vinck kathas."

There was a quick sweeping sound and a thundering thump as a huge spear flew into their small unit. It hit one of Aveline's men in his chest, but they didn't have time to react. The qunari let out powerful cry as spears rained down on them.

Nas threw her mana forward, knocking an arrow from Aveline's path. The guard captain raised her sword, meeting the axe of a charging qunari. Nas pulled her staff free and span as another spear flew down on her. She swept it down, shattering it onto the floor. She called her mana up again once more, but something tugged on her arm.

"Not here! Too open," shouted Aveline through the noise.

Nas gave one cruel look to the Arishok before they turned and fled from the compound.

Nas tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

She was exhausted. Her mana was nearly spent; her muscles were aching to the point where she had to lean on her staff to keep herself steady and yet, here she stood.

The sun was just rising through the grand windows, sending shadows over the room. It felt as if everyone in the room were holding their breath. The head of the Viscount lay to her right, and Isabella stood at her left.

The bloody cow had come in at the last minute; all she needed was a noble steed. And all Nas could do was smile at her.

Nas looked up. "I accept."

There was a wave of audible gasps as everyone backed away. Nas gave her companions a nod and they reluctantly moved away. The Arishok took a few steps forward and they began to circle each other. She saw the worry and pain on their faces, but none more than Fenris.

Oh, that face... those eyes... than man.

You hold my heart, Fenris.

Understanding flickered over his face before Nas turned and faced the Arishok. He slowly pulled his great axe from his back.

She knew then, knew she was going to die. She hadn't the strength nor the will to bring him down. She had only limited mana, limited skill. They continued to circle again and Nas looked briefly at Isabella. The emotionless pirate queen's eyes were shining dangerously close to tears.

But Maker I'm glad she's here...

The Arishok let out a fierce warcry, showing Nas that she had stalled as long as possible. She raised her staff, calling the last of her mana into its sturdy frame. The Arishok lunged forward, swinging his axe heavily. She twirled away but she felt its sharp edge catch the hem of her robe, slicing it cleanly in half.

Nas repressed a shudder.

As he swung it again, Nas took the advantage and ran the end of her staff into his gut. It merely clanged against his hard armour and he gave her a very unimpressed look.

Nas narrowed her eyes. She called forth piece of her mana and sent it towards him. The Arishok back away and just avoided the small fireball. She was pleased, however, to see a few strands of his hair on fire. He let out a snarl before charging her.

He swung his axe with fury and control, hammering her backwards. Nas turned, ducked and blocked for what felt like hours until, finally, his axe connected with her staff heavily. It shattered in her hands, sending splinters onto the floor and into her hands. Her mana roared from the staff and back into her chest harder than a Dalish arrow.

She breathed deep and backed away. Her mana ran down her arms and Nas knew she had only one good spell left, if that. Opening her hands wide, she created a long bolt of lightning. Holding it in one hand, Nas stepped backwards, creating as much distance as she could.

Maker, if your there, now would really be the time to show your love.

As the Arishok charged towards her, Nas raised the bolt and threw it forward as hard as she could.

Her whole being cracked as the Arishok turned, sending the lightning into the wall behind. She closed her eyes as the Arishok's figure continued to charge.

Something crashed into her face, spraying blood from her mouth and dislodging some of her teeth. She felt her body whirling through the air until she landed in a crumbled heap on the floor.

The world seemed to dim as she lay on the cold ground, breathing heavily. So much of her face was destroyed that she was almost glad she was going to die.

Anger and fear and worry and love filled her chest, making her whimper.

"Please..." she breathed. "Please don't do this. Let me die..."

She knew they couldn't hear her. Heavy footsteps walked towards her. Nas grit her teeth and pushed on one of her arms. She managed to rock herself onto the other side. The Arishok stood above her, but she didn't look at him.

Looking through his legs, she saw her family. They stood together, side-by-side. Aveline by Isabella, Isabella by Merrill. Varric held the young elf's hand as he stood strongly by Anders. Fenris stood apart, but only slightly. They all watched her with deep eyes. Their auras were joined and they were all the same, deep, beautiful red.

The Arishok began speaking, but Nas didn't care. She watched Merrill; her eyes were big and glassy. The bloodmage suddenly moved her hand up in front of her. She sneakily pulled a small dagger from her robe. Nas frowned as Merrill curled her hand around the blade before pulling it down sharply.

Nas tired to shake her head, but she couldn't move.

As if Merrill spoke into her ear, her sweet voice ran through Nas's soul.

"Give me your strength," she said. Isabella looked at her sharply before gently taking the mage's bleeding hand. Aveline looked at Isabella before taking her hand.

Varric looked at the pirate queen, and if the request had been shouted, they understood.

He touched Anders' shoulder. Anders blinked once, sending a small tear down his cheek. He looked at Fenris, who surprisingly didn't scowl.

He simply stepped closer to Anders, putting his arm against his.

Nas saw the magic come to life, but clearly no one else did. It ran through all of them as bright as sunshine, and all their eyes went wide. The white light jumped from them into Merrill where it started to turn red. It pulsed as the Arishok stepped forward, blocking her view.

"Asath renar, ..."

With a deep inhale, the Arishok raised his axe above his head. The momentum sent it soaring down but it was then that the magic hit her. It was sent though the floor straight into her core. The overload made her gasp, but she instinctively sent a wall of protection around her.

The axe came down so hard onto the shield that it sent sparks of mana through the room. The force sent the axe cluttering to the ground, leaving him defenceless.

Nas stood up slowly, the mana encircling her body like she was possessed.

She saw every one of her companions glowing the same colour, but she was unsure if anyone else could see it. Nas felt as if she was something else, as if someone else was raising their hands. She sent a ball of energy at him. It hit him square in the chest and threw him into the wall.

Nas walked forward, but her feet weren't touching the ground. The mana swirled around her, through her hair and robes like smoke.

She raised her arms again, but this time she called upon a different power.

Letting the mana slip into the Veil, she tugged at the blanket covering the Fade. Pushing her mana through it, she felt a wave of pleasure as it ripped with a sickening sound. Pushing forward, she grabbed at the uncontrollable mana.

As her hands and arms were engulfed, she forced her mind to remain calm. Feeling her way through the Fade, Nas waited until she felt the perfect moment.

The Arishok let out another desperate cry, but she had him. Arms of burning fire erupted through the Veil next to the Arishok, startling him. Nas used her hands to grab and the fire arms obeyed, grabbing hold of the Arishok.

"We will return," spat the Arishok.

Nas snarled. "I doubt that."

She screamed as she used all of her mana and strength to pulled at the arms. The Arishok came apart like paper, tearing in two.

The room became silent as the Arishok dropped with a fleshy thud.

The mana around Nas completely disappeared, sending her crashing to the ground. Her companions ran forward to her, but she couldn't see them. She was awake, but her eyes were blind. All she could see was blackness and all she could feel was pain. Her body felt like an icicle and she knew she was going to die.

Something penetrated the darkness. It was a light of some kind.

There was something soft, something warm about it. Something familiar. It was tugging at her, but she didn't have the strength to follow it. It touched her face, but she batted it away. She was quite happy to die, and she would do without regret.

He felt something that he had never truly felt before. He had thought he had, but it was nothing like this. This was too real, too true.

Fear spread down his spine, leaving a cold trail of sweat.

Her face was bloody and bruised beyond recognition. The Arishok had hit her with the side of his axe and the bones had been shattered. After the Arishok was killed, the qunari had soon cleared. They had taken her back to her mansion, and in her bed she lay.

The mage leaned over her, covering her in salves and lights, but they didn't help her wake up. He leaned against the wall, watching.

After hours, Anders eventually turned to him.

The pirate sat on the floor with her back against the bed, the bloodmage lay curled up on an armchair. The guard-captain paced the room in silence and Varric sat quietly in the corner, rubbing some foul smelling lotion over his crossbow.

Fenris stood up from his position against the wall.

"Well?"

Anders' shoulder went stiff and he felt a certain pleasure at the effect he had on the mage. He turned to Fenris sharply.

"Her body's fine and it will heal. But her soul... I think its caught in the Fade. She had to tear the Veil to pull the Arishok apart and, I think... I think it took her back with it."

Fenris felt his markings brighten.

"Then go and bring her back," he snarled.

Anders got to his feet so quickly that Fenris didn't have time to react. He charged forward and stood face-to-face with him, challenging him. He saw circles under the mage's eyes, and for once he didn't want to run him through.

"I can't."

"Enough," said Aveline, walking between them.

Fenris grimaced and walked back to his place by the fire. He watched as Aveline paced a few more steps before turning back to Anders.

"Is there a way for Merrill to go into the Fade?"

Anders rubbed his mouth with his hand.

"We need more mages and a hell of a lot more lyrium."

Aveline looked down. "Maybe we can ask the Circle?"

"Yeah," scoffed Isabella. "Right, we'll just walk in there and say, 'Hi, can we have half a dozen barrels of lyrium and a few mages to bring an apostate back from the Fade? Oh pretty please with a cherry on top?' Because they're really going to buy that."

"She's the Champion of Kirkwall!" protested Merrill, getting to her feet.

"Yeah, but she's still an apostate Daisy. So are you, and him. They've kept quiet for now, but sealed lips only go so far."

Merrill looked down and seemed to be deep in thought.

Fenris watched the bloodmage for a moment. She seemed nervous as she looked up. She seemed to catch the attention of everyone there.

"I might be able to send someone in, but only for a while. I'll need... blood."

Everyone stood in stunned silence.

"Human blood?" asked Isabella.

Merrill shook her head. "No, a goat maybe – or a cow. That would be better."

Fenris watched as Anders rubbed his forehead with his hands. They all turned away and seemed to mull it over.

After a few minutes of silence, Aveline turned around.

"Anders, why can't you go into the Fade?"

"Because... of Justice. He'll... I just can't."

"Then I'll go in."

All eyes tuned to Fenris. He held their gaze until they turned away. He could see the anger on the mage's face but he didn't care. If he could bring Hawke back from the Fade, then he would die trying.

He watched as the bloodmage whispered words in an ancient language. As she prepared, he couldn't help but replay those last moments. The moment when Nasara had turned to him, just before the fight, and looked at him. It was a look so deep, so honest that he – he didn't believe it when he heard her voice.

It was strong and clear as if she was standing right by him.

You have my heart, Fenris. That was what she had said.

Or did he just imagine it?

No, it was too clear.

Merrill dipped her fingers into a large bowl filled with cows' blood. He watched in disgust as she started to drawn symbols around him.

Fenris sat in nothing but his trous on the cold hard floor of Nas' basement. The room was barely lit as he sat surrounded by candles. They flickered, sending shadows around the dark walls – but there was no wind. He felt himself shiver as the naked bloodmage continued to walk in circles around him. The floor was wet with the blood, and Merrill was covered in the strange symbols. She looked powerful and intimidating as she stopped in front of him.

"Lie down, Fenris."

He grit his teeth and looked into her eyes. She blinked once in understanding.

Of all the tasks before me, I willing chose to be involved in bloodmagic. What are you doing, Fenris?

An image of her beautiful face came into his mind. She was lying in his arms, warm and caring. She looked deep into his eyes before smiling.

Fenris took a deep breath and lay himself down flatly. He stared up at the black ceiling as Merrill continued her just audible chanting. He tensed as something cold touched his stomach. He looked down briefly to see her gently painting his chest in the same strange symbols.

He swallowed back the lump in his throat and lay back down. Closing his eyes, he waited patiently for her to finish.

After what felt like hours, a cold finger touched his cheek.

He gasped and opened his eyes. Merrill's face was pale and her black hair stuck up in all directions.

"I'm ready. Find her Fenris, but don't let anything else fool you. The Fade and its demons will tease and test you until they break you. Stay strong. Find Nasara."

Fenris nodded once before closing his eyes again.

He breathed in deep as his head span. Leaning his back against the wall, he tried to steady himself. The sight before him seemed to shimmer as the edges of his vision became blurry. Putting his thumb and forefinger over the crook of his nose, he tried to steady himself.

There was a sudden whimper behind him.

Fenris turned. He blinked as if he had only just woken up. He looked around him and saw he was stood in a narrow alleyway of some kind. There was a distant crescendo of a city somewhere to the east. He frowned and listened, trying to figure out where the sound had come from.

Laughter suddenly echoed through the silence as two men turned the corner just ahead of him. Fenris reached behind him for his blade, but all he felt was bare skin.

The two men didn't look up as they carried on forward. Fenris stood tall but it was clear that they couldn't see him. They were wearing the grey armour of templars but their scarlet robes were dusty a creased. One looked up.

He had bright blonde hair and Fenris frowned as he saw three scratch marks down his right cheek. The blonde turned to the other, a brown haired man, and laughed.

The brown haired man narrowed his gaze as he brought his hand up to his lip.

"Blood magelings...You got her though, right?"

The blonde one nodded. "Yeah, she won't be telling any tales."

Both of the men burst into laughter again as they walked blindly past Fenris. For some reason, Fenris felt a dark feeling creep into the pit of his stomach. He watched as they rounded another corner and disappeared out of sight.

There was a sound from around the corner the men had emerged from. He stood still and listened.

As another little gasp sounded through, Fenris started forward at a jog. He rounded the corner and the sight in front of him made him gasp.

He stood in a small circular space at the end of an alleyway. Directly in the middle was a heap of dark blue material. He started forward slowly, until he saw the heap move.

He ran forward, falling on his knees. Reaching over carefully, he gently rolled the figure onto its back.

Dusty blonde hair covered a marred face. There was a dark puddle of ooze where the child had been lying. He brushed a few strands away to reveal a badly beaten face. Laying the child out flat, Fenris straightened out the robes until he gasped.

The dress had been ripped and torn, revealing cuts and scratches along the girl's pale skin. But that wasn't where his attention was. The hilt of a dagger was jutting from the girl's womb. He pulled away some rags to see that it had been dragged from her hip along the length, almost disembowelling her.

He blinked as the girl's feeble frame started to move.

He looked up and felt as if his entire being had been slammed against a rock.

Deep amber eyes looked up at him from under bloody lashes. He felt his hands start to shake as his stomach turned.

"Hawke?"

The girl blinked at him once before her head went limp.

"Fenris, come away."

Fenris' head shot up. He saw the lovely figure of Nasara stood away from the figure. She was watching as he held the young girl. Hawke smiled at him and held out of her hands. Fenris looked down at the unconscious girl before gently lowering her onto the ground.

He came away, his body smeared with her young blood.

Gently taking her hand, Hawke lead him towards the far end of the circle. His eyes darted from the young girl to Nas, unable to grasp the situation.

"We should help her."

Hawke smiled and shook her head. Her hair was dazzling in the light and he found himself wanting to stroke it. She wore a long elegant dark blue gown with beautiful jewels adorning her neck and ears. Her face was flawless and unmarred.

"Watch," she said, turning her gaze back to the girl.

There was a commotion down the alley and Fenris took a defensive stance in front of Hawke. She gently touched his arm, relaxing him.

Two figures ran into the clearing. One was a woman who screamed as she saw the young Hawke in a bloody heap. The other was a man. He stopped as the woman ran forward, clutching the girl to her chest.

"She's alive, Malcolm!"

Fenris was surprised to see a very young Leandra holding her unconscious daughter. The man ran forward then. His hair was as black as night but Fenris saw his amber eyes shining under his dark brow. He fell to his knees at the side of the girl. Looking at Leandra once, Malcolm grabbed the hilt of the dagger.

Fenris felt himself wince as the man pulled it free. He immediately covered the wound with his own hand, showering Hawke in a bright blue light.

They stood motionless as Malcolm continued to push magic into the girl's frame.

Suddenly, it went dark. The young girl gasped and coughed as her body convulsed. Leandra cried and grabbed at her daughter, pulling her closer. Malcolm reached forward and engulfed the two women in his arms.

Suddenly, the scene was gone.

Fenris stood on a bare plain with nothing around him but sand and light.

He turned and saw Hawke stood watching him. He felt a single tear run down his cheek and he wiped it away furiously. He turned to her serene face.

"Why did you show me that?" he demanded, hating the way his emotions engulfed him.

Her bottom lip began to quiver as her liquid eyes began to shimmer and fill.

"It's all I see," she whispered. "I can't control it. It replays over and over. I have to watch..."

The world around him shimmered and shifted again until he stood on a rocky surface. Hills of stone were everywhere around him as he stood in the middle of a bloodbath. The sky was grey as commotion started all around him.

He turned and his eyes went wide.

Hawke was in the middle of the fray. Her face was fuller; her eyes clear of all worry and age. She spun her staff around as she whacked what he realised was a Darkspawn square over the head. He saw her brother by her and her mother just off a way. The red hair of Aveline flashed through the mass as they fought back wave upon wave of Darkspawn.

Then another girl caught his attention. Her body was engulfed in bright green light as she sent a ball of energy into a mass of Darkspawn. Her hair was jet black and her eyes were deep brown. Her face was young and Fenris saw the resemblance to Carver.

The ground under him started to shake and all figured turned around.

A beat bigger than a dragon charged forward, huge horns erupting from its twisted head. It ran towards Leandra and Fenris saw the young black haired girl charge over to her. He saw her call magic to her and send it at the monster, but it missed.

Fighting Hawke screamed as it reached forward, grabbing the girl in its monstrous hands. He felt himself flinch and it smashed her against the ground, once, twice...

The sickening thud of the girl's body went through him as it threw her backwards against the side of a rock. Leandra ran over to the figure, screaming.

Fenris turned away and saw the beautiful Hawke in front of him. A small stream of tears ran down her face as she watched the scene behind him. He walked closer to her and gently put his hand under her chin. Her amber eyes turned to him and he felt his stomach dance.

"You need to wake up, Hawke. This isn't real. You're in the Fade. We're all waiting for you to wake up..."

She inhaled as another tear fell.

"I can't make it go away... it keeps replaying..."

The world around them shifted again, and this time he recognised the place. He saw the walls around them and heard the commotion. He slowly turned around and saw Hawke on her knees, her mother in her arms. He saw himself stood behind her, watching.

"I love you, Nasara. You've always made me so proud."

A warm hand touched his as he looked up to see her staring at him. He turned, letting the scene behind him play out. Reaching up, he gently brushed the hair from her face and behind her ear. As she watched him, he saw the world change again. This time, his peripheral vision recognised the room.

The walls were red, the drapes were red. The carpet was red and the fire danced in the corner. He looked away from Hawke to see himself leaning against the fire. He saw Hawke in the bed, watching him. His heart contracted and he looked down to see the real Nas looking down.

He shook his head as his other self turned around. The dream-Hawke sat up in the bed but he couldn't hear them talking. All he could do was watch as he saw himself turn away from her and walk from the room.

He watched her as she turned in the bed and seemed to be settling down for sleep.

And then he heard it. A sob.

"I don't want to see this," he said, feeling his eyes fill.

The dream-Hawke's figure started to move as her sobs began to get louder. He felt his breathing catch as he continued to watch her cry.

Maker if he only knew... he would never had... would never...

Yes, you would.

He shook his head and felt his body go numb.

Falling onto his knees, he closed his eyes, begging for it to stop.

Something warm brushed his cheek. He reached up and grabbed her hand before opening his eyes. She knelt before him, the jewels of her earrings shining in the firelight. He opened his mouth to speak but she gently put her finger against his lips.

He reached out and took her arms, pulling her closer to him. She didn't resist, falling against his chest and burrowing her head in the crook of his neck. He turned his head and breathed her in, hating himself for the weakness but unable to let her go.

Her body was so real, so soft. She even smelt the same.

After what felt like hours, the scene disappeared, leaving them kneeling in the sand of the deserted plain. He pulled her away and took her face in his hands. Looking into her eyes, he had never felt so resolved, so sure of something. He had always been filled with doubt, anxiety. He had never felt the need to stop, to stay still.

He never could. He had been chased for so long; something permanent seemed too out of reach.

And yet, here she was. In his arms.

"Nasara." She looked into his eyes.

"I should never have left you. I was... I am, a coward. But I promise, I will never leave you again."

The plain shifted and changed back into Hawke's bedroom. He looked away from her to see the two dream-figures of them lying in the bed. He watched as dream-Hawke tied the ribbon around the cut on his arm.

He looked back down to the real Nasara. She smiled and looked down at his wrist. He followed her gaze and saw the red ribbon tied on his writ once again. He chuckled lightly and pulled her closer, gently covering her lips with his.

Their kiss was soft, gentle. He had never seen such a kind side of her as she caressed his lips with her own. He returned it, but he felt it starting to deepen. His blood started to race and his cheeks began to flush. He rubbed his hands gently down her arm and he felt her shiver.

She pulled away but kept her cheek against his.

"I love you," she breathed.

Fenris squeezed her before pulling her away to face her. he looked into her eyes again and tried to show her how much he cared through his eyes.

"I am yours."

Nas gasped and threw herself up.

She felt her heart racing wildly as hands started to take hold of her flailing arms. Her face felt like mashed potato as she panted, trying to catch her breath.

Her vision was blurry as she blinked repeatedly.

"Hawke?"

She turned to see the blue bandana over dark hair. Nas smiled and reached out. Isabella's face turned into a smile as she took Nas's hand.

More figures stepped forward and she felt her heart melt as she saw all of them. Varric and Aveline, Anders and Bodahn. Even Sandal was in the corner, but she saw he was sleeping.

There was a tremendous crash as something burst through the door.

Nas blinked before flinging the blankets from her. The world span as she jumped to her feet and started forward. Even as her legs buckles, she felt strong hands grab her. They both fell to the floor but Fenris never let go of her.

Everything around them seemed to disappear as she looked into his face. She gently brushed a few strands of hair from his face as his green eyes searched hers. He reached down and gently kissed her chapped lips. She winced as he caught a cut and pulled away, guilty.

The silence around them was perfect. Nothing needed to be said. Nothing needed to be done. They were simply...

As one.