Varric
We arrived at the mansion and I was relieved that nothing seemed out of place. Anders and Merrill had stayed at the Hanged Man all night pouring over the notes from Rona. They were still arguing over what would work, but had finally agreed to try Anders' approach first. If it didn't work, they would try Merrill's.
"Shouldn't they be up by now?" Isabela asked as Bandit padded into the room and gave us a bark of greeting.
"Unless she woke up after we left and ran him ragged again." Anders said.
"We could only hope. Though, I don't smell smoke, so there wasn't a fire this time." I laughed and headed up the stairs. I froze in the door way and had to smile at the sight that was before me. "Well, it looks like your first thought was the right one after all, Anders." I said turning to glance at them.
"Oh, my!" Merrill said covering her mouth as she giggled.
"Well, looks like they've finally admitted how they felt." Isabela laughed. "Let's wake them up." I shoved her back as she started around me.
"Not wise for your chances of survival. He has his sword within reach. Obviously they don't need us, so let's go back to the Hanged Man. I'll get everyone breakfast." I said shooing the others on. Anders looked back and shook his head, but then proceeded out with the girls. I looked back one last time, etching the image in my mind. It was going to be the best story of mine yet.
Abby was asleep on Fenris' naked chest, one of her hands resting on his shoulder. Her hair a tangle of curls spilling over her bare back. Fenris had one arm behind his head, the other wrapped securely around Abby. The sheets and blankets tangled around them covering from their waist to about their knees. Their legs tangled together. And on his face was a full and happy smile.
I shook my head and left the mansion. My head full of ideas for the ending. And my heart happy with the fact that two of my favorite people had finally admitted they were in love. Now just to come up with a name for the tale. Maybe Little Hawke and the Glowing Protector. No…maybe…
"Come on, Varric! We're starving." Isabela called interrupting my musing. I could think of a title later. Right now it was time to celebrate. Life was good at the moment. And in Kirkwall, that could change in a moment. So we needed to celebrate while we could.