She had lost track of the days and nights she had spent aimlessly running through the forest. All she knew was that she had passed Lothering and was somewhere in the Brecilian Forest. She needed to get away from anything and everything as soon as possible.

When bandits attacked her, she (literally) exploded and all that was left of the bandits were their charred remains. By some minor miracle, she managed to find some food on one of the bandit's slightly tinged bags. She thanked the Maker for this small mercy since she had ran out of food about two days or so before being attacked by the bandits? She didn't care to count the days anymore.

Hawke gently pushed the hood of her cloak back, allowing the spring breeze to flow through her hair. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly,forcing herself to listen to the sounds of nature. It was something her father taught her to do when she felt herself on the brink of another meltdown. Of course, it didn't work that tragic day…

Fighting back tears, Hawke pressed forward down the forest path, not knowing where in the Maker's name she was going. She wished that her friends were with her; Isabella and Varric always knew where to go, and could read a map better than anyone she knew.

But she couldn't go back now, it was too late to explain her sudden disappearance to Fenris and Winter. Hawke slumped against a tree, allowing memories to fill her mind…

Hawke sank lower in the bath, exhaling as she felt all her troubles melt away into the steaming hot water. She really needed to thank Sandal for enchanting her bath to keep the water at the perfect temperature.

Dunking her head under the water, Hawke allowed all the stress to flow out of her. She was no longer the Champion of Kirkwall, an apostate, everyone's go-to when they needed their problems fixed, and she wasn't just some piece of meat her mother wanted to marry off to some pompous noble.

A quiet knock at the door disturbed Hawke, and she grumbled to herself as she began to wash her hair. Her mother must have wanted to ask her something, or it could be Orana coming in with a fresh towel.

"Come in!" she said cheerfully, lathering the soap in her hands before massaging it into her head.

The person behind the door hesitated for a few seconds before entering, and Hawke froze instantly.

Fenris was standing there, wide-eyed with some clean towels in his arms. Shit! She had forgotten the other bath behind the 'Orlesian blind' (or whatever Orana called it), knowing that Fenris didn't have a functioning bathroom. She allowed Fenris to bath at her house, and she knew this was not what he was expecting.

"I err...ahem." Fenris cleared his throat, finally averting his gaze from Hawke as the blush crept across his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

Hawke smirked and watched Fenris, who was trying desperately not to look, "I may have forgotten that you were coming round today."

Fenris rolled his eyes and muttered something in disgruntlement under his breath before he stormed past her, clearly embarrassed by the whole situation.

The mage continued to wash herself in awkward silence as quickly as she could whilst Fenris changed behind the ornate wooden panels. She heard the familiar clunk of metal as Fenris stripped off his armour, placing it on the table beside the bathtub.

Hawke began to grind her teeth in annoyance; she hated silence, especially awkward ones. She began to hum an old Ferelden tune as she rinsed the soap from her hair, allowing herself to relax and breathe in the scent of rosewater and jasmine from her bath water.

She heard Fenris hiss in pain as he lowered himself into his own bath. He had taken a large cut to his side when they were attacked by bandits in Darktown, and Hawke tried her best to stop the bleeding as Isabella ran off to find Anders.

"How's that wound?" Hawke dangled one of her legs lazily out of the bathtub, purring as she relaxed even more.

"It's fine."

"You sure you don't need me to-"

"It's. Fine."

Hawke could literally feel the broody frown on his face right now, knowing he was thinking something along the lines of 'blighted mage' or 'festis bei umo canavarum'.

After a few more hisses of pain and muttered Tevene curses, Hawke sighed and just got out of her bath, grabbing a towel to put around herself.

"That's it, I'm coming over to take a look at that wound.

"Hawke," Fenris' voice was borderline-threatening her.

She stood at the other side of the Orlesian blinds, her arms folded under her breasts, "Fenris, that wound will most likely re-open and you'll end up being in even deeper shit than you're already in, so please just let me try and fix it!" Hawke tried to ignore the blush reddening her cheeks, knowing that she will end up seeing Fenris naked.

Fenris was silent for a what felt like hours, but Hawke knew he was weighing up his options. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously, using the time to dry her hair as best as she could.

The water in Fenris' tub sloshed about a little bit before Fenris muttered a reply, "fine."

Hawke's heart hammered against her chest as she exhaled quietly and slowly, knowing she needed to maintain her casual persona. Nervously, she stepped carefully round the corner and her eyes widened.

Fenris had remained in the bathtub, his hair already wet and she watched the water droplets fall from the tips of his hair and onto his broad shoulders before travelling down his muscular chest and back into the water.

"Draw a picture, it will last longer," Fenris snapped, glaring at Hawke angrily.

Hawke couldn't prevent the blush from arriving on her cheeks, "But I-"

"You must find these markings disgusting," he spat, trying to move about in the bath but the sudden pain that clearly shot down his right side prevented him from doing so.

Hawke remained silent as she carefully approached him, getting onto her knees as she peered over at the large cut to his side, "I'm going to need to touch it in order to close it again, alright?"

Fenris stared at her, frowning at the idea of magic touching him once more. Fenris simply averted his gaze and nodded once.

Carefully, Hawke reached over the bath and slid her hand underneath the water, the water cooling her skin. Fenris seemed to like his bath water tepid, Hawke realised, since it wasn't the usual steaming hot bath she would usually take.

She placed her hand delicately on Fenris' wound and pulsed gentle healing magic to stitch the wound back up and to soothe it. The wound hadn't opened too much, but the risk of infection was too high.

They stayed silent for a few moments as Hawke worked her healing magic, she turned to look at Fenris and noticed how close their faces were, and Fenris was staring right at her. She swallowed nervously.

"About your markings...I don't find them disgusting," Hawke spoke softly, twitching the fingers of her healing hand to prevent them from going stiff, "In fact, they're rather beautiful."

Hawke watched the tips of Fenris' ears blush as he completely avoided her gaze, and instead looked at the hand that was on his side. Once Hawke had finished healing his wound, she was surprised to find that Fenris didn't flinch away, he just kept his eyes glued onto her. His hand had found a way into her hair, gently untangling her deep red tendrils.

"Fenris…"

As if he'd just been burned, Fenris snatched his hand away from her hair and blushed profusely, "I...Thank you."

Hawke knew then it was time for her to remove her hand on his side, wiping it on her towel, "It was no-"

Before Hawke could finish her sentence, Fenris had cupped her face in his hands and crashed his lips against hers in a passionate, desperate kiss. Hawke gasped in surprise, trying to make sense of what was happening as she felt Fenris tangle his fingers in her hair.

A sudden knock on the door stopped Fenris in his assault on Hawke's mouth, he growled under his breath as Hawke tried to catch hers.

"Messere? Your friends Varric and Isabella have arrived, should I let them know you'll be ready in a few moments?" Bodahn's voice came from behind the door.

"Y-Yes I'll be just a moment!" Hawke spluttered, still completely in shock at what just happened.

Fenris simply shot her a playful smirk, "You have guests waiting, Hawke."

Trinity opened her eyes and realised she was still in Brecilian Forest, not back home in Kirkwall with a wet, naked Fenris. She sighed and stared up at the sky; the sun had begun to set and Hawke knew she needed to make a move.

Suddenly, Hawke heard a low growl nearby and scanned the area; there were a pack of wolves literally meters in front of her.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

Hawke scrambled to her feet, grabbing her pack along the way and began sprinting into the woods. The leader of the wolves howled and chased after their prey.

She bolted down the forest path, vaulting over fallen tree logs and dodging she could hear the panting and howling of the wolves gradually getting closer, and closer. Hawke's heart hammered inside her throat as she panted heavily, desperately trying to escape from the wolves.

Then she felt her boot get caught underneath a hidden tree root, she screamed in pain as the root trapped her foot and snapped her ankle. She cried out as she saw the bone sticking out of her foot. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to crawl away from the wolves, but she could feel them just behind her now, their jowls drooling in anticipation for their next meal, which will be Hawke.

This is it. This is how I die.

Hawke continued to try and crawl away, dragging herself along by her hands and one working foot.

I'm sorry Fenris. Winter.

She felt her head and eyes grow heavy, knowing she must have lost a lot of blood from her broken ankle.

I'm sorry mother. Carver. Bethany.

Hawke accepted her fate and laid flat on her back, allowing the drowsiness to consume her.

I'm sorry, father.

She felt the heat of several fireballs fly past her head, followed along by the whizzing of arrows. Bandits must have arrived to finish the job. As she faded into unconsciousness, she managed to hear a few words from these bandits.

"A shemlen...Here?"

"We...Save her."

"Are you sure...Keeper Deshanna…"

"She'll be...Responsibility."

"Dirthara-ma, Valania."