His eyes followed Hawke around as she spoke to each of their companions. A comforting touch here, a friendly hug there, none of them had ever thought it would come this far, or be this drastic, all from the betrayal of one mage, one man, one friend. They were all of them close, one cannot adventure together, drink together, and limp home bloody together for some many years and not be; and despite his hatred of mages, he'd had a grudging respect for Anders. He was a good healer, and he'd been a good friend to his Hawke.
His Hawke. Fenris watched her hug the young elf mage. She was cute, if naive, before she had been a typical youngling, thinking she could do whatever it took and never face the consequences. There are always consequences, Merill had learned, and regretted, though what she had done with that regret he didn't know. He smiled slightly, his Hawke was never one to turn another away, no matter the danger, 'I can handle it' she would tell him, 'no would-be-assassin will get the jump on me'.
Not on her, but those she held dear. It was her mother murdered by a mage, and her siblings lost to blight, that paid the price. She felt their loss keenly in her heart, blamed herself, and no effort Fenris made could touch the gaping hole they'd left. 'There is nothing more important in this life than family' she'd told him not so long ago, the night he held his sister's life in his hands and spared it, 'you are always connected no matter what; you will always have the same blood'.
It was that night that he promised himself, as he told her of his love, as he apologized for ever leaving, that he would give her a new family. He swore to never leave her side, to protect her always, to follow his heart. 'I can never replace what has been taken from you,' he'd said 'But I can give you something new to look forward for'. He'd only once seen her cry, but that night she looked close, so he simply held her close and kissed her, tried to show the love he could not give with words.
And here they were, the night chaos enveloped Kirkwall once again. The tension between the oppressive templars and the enraged mages had finally boiled, and the Champion of Kirkwall was the only person they would have fix it. He offered his hand as she finally made her way to him, "I always save the best for last" she said as she had many times before, "And you, my dear, are the best." Hawke smiled as she took his hand and he pulled her close, resting his chin on the top of her head when she curled into him. These were their precious moments, before the raging storm threatened to rip them apart.
He kissed her forehead and ran his palm down the side of her face. "Hawke," he whispered, pressing his lips to the corner of her eye, "Never doubt my feelings, never doubt that I will protect you. There is no future for me without you in it," His grip tightened her hand at the pain in the thought of losing her. "You have brought light into a dark life, and calm to an angry heart. Wherever we may go, I am yours, and whatever you wish you need only to ask me." He pressed their foreheads together, savouring these precious moments.
"Save it for the wedding night tiger," she laughed, "we have a city to save now."
"I believe Wolf is more appropriate." he chuckled, and leaned down to give his Hawke one last fierce kiss before they entered the tempest.