Fenris woke up realizing he was not in his own room. The next thing he realized was the smell of Hawke. He opened his eyes and looked over at her. She was curled up against him and he was surprised by how peaceful she looked. He smiled glad she could sleep, but his arm was asleep and it was rather uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what the proper wake up was for this situation so he decided to sit threw it.

She woke not long after him and her wake up was less graceful then his. She jumped up onto her knees and yelled. Hands flaming once again but the fire quickly disappeared as she fell of the bed with a thump. She had over estimated how close she had been to the other side of the bed. She just laid there as her brain hammered from the sudden wake up and hitting it on the floor.

"I would say good morning but i doubt you are having one." Fenris walked over from the other side of the bed and helped her up.

She looked up at him for a moment then stared at his hand and took it, he pulled her up and into him smiling at her blush "good morning Hawke." He smirked at her embarrassment.

"yes...ah...good morning." She chuckled. she smiled as she regained some consciousness of dignity and kissed him hesitantly.

He grinned, her short hair was standing up here and there, and her clothes were to big for her, her shirt hanged off her shoulder a bit and he smiled seeing his mark on her neck "well Varric is going to love this." He gently stroked her neck, knowing the dwarf would want to know the story.

she looked confused touching her neck and her jaw dropped as she felt the tenderness of the bruise. "Oh no...I'm never going to hear the end of it." She rubbed her forehead.

"I will try and not enjoy the displeasure this causes you." He said amusement in his voice. He would not deny he liked the look of it, like he had claimed her or something.

She realized he was staring at the mark so she tilted her head so he could see it better. "What"

He shifted and looked away. "We should probably uh...get dressed..." He walked to his armor with out waiting for a response.

She nodded, Varric was waiting at the hanged man. OR he was still sleeping.

"Look uhm before we go.." She hesitated which caused him to look up at her. She was fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. He was in awe of how frail she looked. "I haven't slept like that...in a while...would you mind..." She struggled with the words, she didn't want to sound like she was asking for a repeat performance or anything...Just him being there calmed her.

He raised his hand and for a small moment she panicked and thought he would decline. He surprised her though "I will return tonight. With snacks." He smiled gently then returned to replacing his armor.

she exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding. Once he was dressed she pushed him out so she could change. She tried to hide her neck as much as she could but her vest didn't work with her. Once her jeans where on and she gave up on the task she instead looked for something to maybe put on her neck, she found a red piece of fabric left over from one of her mom's sowing attempts and then left her room to find Fenris back turned to her, he was leaning on the railing thinking about something.

she placed her staff on her back, careful of the blade on the end of it. She walked up behind him and leaned onto the rail next to him. "Silver for your thoughts."

He looked up at her, looked at the fabric at her neck and raised an eye brow "You know that's probably more obvious then the mark itself." He stood up straight and looked down at her.

she smiled "Isabella always said i needed more color to my outfit."

"I'm sure she meant by loosing clothing and not adding more."

She smiled "She should have known better." She got serious then and he recognized the look as her leader face. "Fenris is this going to effect your fighting?" she didn't mean to sound so agitated.

"I cannot promise that it won't." He admitted "If I didn't trust myself to fight i would say as much."
She thought his response over carefully "I need you to be at your best...if not for your sake then mine."

He knew the role he played as the fighter. Him and Isabella kept the enemy at bay as Hawke and Varric did there best at a distance. Hawke had the blade at the end of her staff and while it was effective it was not a fighting style she was used to. She was sloppy at best with it.

"You know Hawke I could teach you to fight better in close combat if that would make you feel safer." He said it with out thinking.

Hawke stared at him her face blank then nodded "Would give an excuse to spend more time together." She smiled, the smile being seductive in its own right.

she headed down stairs "Come on before Varrics awake long enough to start drinking."

Fenris smiled and fallowed. This would be interesting