Hawke woke up, her mind fuzzy. Anders had done his best, but her body still had to make up for the lost blood. She looked up at the ceiling of Fenris' mansion. She had spent more and more nights over here. Yes, they occasionally went to her family's mansion...but that was the thing…her family was dead, and their ghosts haunted her in that empty house. They treated her like some glass vase bound to break any moment... She blinked a few times then yawned stretching, the back of her hand bumping into Frenis' hand sleeping next to her. She studied his sleeping face. She gently moved over to him, laying her head on his shoulder and placing a hand on his chest. She trailed her fingers along his bare chest, watching the lyrium respond to her. She noticed he was awake by the change in the rise and fall of his chest. She looked up at him and he looked at her, there was something different in his eyes she couldn't quite place. He put his hand behind her head gently playing with her hair for a moment before pulling her closer, to which she readily responded. He kissed her gently, tenderly holding her to him. She returned the kiss. He ended the kiss and smiled

"Good morning, Kadan." Fenris kissed her forehead. "Stay here and I will retrieve breakfast." He gave her a quick peck before leaving the bed and disappearing through the door.

Hawke watched his back as he left, noting the pattern of his lyrium and how his back looked. She sat up, all she had on was her panties and a loose fitting shirt, her usual bed attire. She shuddered as she felt the coldness creeping in now that Fenris had left. She stood up and walked over to the fire place placing a few logs on it and setting them ablaze with her fingers. She stood close to the fire, wondering why she felt the need to do something so non-mage like. If she wanted to be warm she could have simply played with the fire on her fingers like she did as a child. It didn't take long of course for her to figure out why, because the why just walked back into the bedroom with something that smelled delightful. She turned to look at him and smiled, how the maker must laugh at them. A mage-hating elf and a human mage having what they have. It was like some bad joke Varric told when drunk. He smiled at her and placed two plates on the table. They both had simple breed and cheese, but they also had strange strips of what appeared to be meat. She walked over curiously eyeing the unknown food then looking at Fenris

"What is it?"

Fenris smiled and picked a piece up and handed it to her, "Try it." She eyed it for a moment before taking a bite...and moaning.

"Makers breath this is amazing! What is this?" She quickly took another bite of the strange meat she suspected to be pig.

"It's bacon." Fenris leaned against the table, taking a piece for himself.

"If everyone ate bacon there would be no wars! Everyone would be too busy talking of the amazingness that is bacon." She finished her first piece and went to her second. Fenris stared at her, what was it like to have such a positive imagination? She sometimes reminded him of a child. However, it made sense when he thought of it. She was only 25 when her family had moved here, and to have had so much dropped onto her in such a short amount of time would cause anyone to harden. Were these glimpses of who she was before? Hawke hummed happily as she ate her breakfast. She hadn't felt this light in a long time. Fenris sat in silence, enjoying whatever tune was in Hawkes head. Was this what it was like to have a normal life? Someone to wake up to and have breakfast with? Lounging away the morning for no more reason then they could? Did he deserve this?

Hawke looked over at Fenris, he had stopped his hand mid-way to his mouth. Staring at some unknown spot in the world. She tilted her head to look at him.

"Silver for your thoughts?"

Fenris blinked a couple times before looking at her. She was gorgeous. Her hair was a mess, the short length of it sticking up here and there. Her shirt hung off her shoulder. Her shirt barely covered any part of her legs, going no further down then where her panties stopped. He lingered looking over her. She smiled and stepped closer to him

"See anything you like?"

He looked at her, her eyes had always been her telling point. Her emotions could be read like a book, at least to him. He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her against him, his hands finding his way up her shirt to wrest on the curve of her hip. "Always."

"WHAT HAS MAGIC TOUCHED AND NOT DESTROYED!" Fenris practically roared at her, she had seen his anger over and over again, but never pointed at her... She gapped, then opened and closed her mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. No words in her head to even think. A small part of her saw his face drop but she couldn't listen to what he had to say, so she ran. She had no idea where she was going. She had no were to go. A haunted house that echoed her families screams, or the house she had started to call home…that she obviously wasn't welcome to. So she ran.

Varric turned his gaze away from the door Hawke had ran through and glare at Fenris.

"Do you realize who you keep company with? You are dating a mage who has to listen to your anti-mage shit all day. Do you even notice she stops using her spells as much as she used to? That she doesn't even use her magic for pranks anymore, let alone self-preservation? She picked up that bloody axe staff because of you." Varric pointed a finger at him. "She is trying to accommodate you the least you could do is share the same courtesy." Varric put Bianca on his back, then walked out with an uncomfortable Isabella behind him.