The champion trudged, buck naked, to the nearby washroom, where Orana had drawn a bath for him. It was by no means hot anymore, but it was better than waiting for it to be done beforehand while nursing a migrane. Orana, bless her sweet heart, had also made sure the room was as dark as possible, with just a few candles to make sure he didn't get lost.
Although he'd never quite been able to fit inside his washtub completely, it seemed to give Hawke a bit more trouble today. His legs hung off the edge up to his knees, and his head was bent at an awkward angle against the wall, but he suffered through the uncomfortable pain for the sake of enjoying his bath.
Once finished, he crawled out of tub and into a robe, exitting the bathroom only to bump into Orana.
Fenris was woken by a scream, to which he promptly jumped out of bed and grabbed his dagger from the nightstand, charging into the hallway in naught but his underclothes.
"Orana! Are you alright!?"
"M-Master Hawke!" came her sobbing reply. "M- monster!"
The elf stormed into the hallway where Orana was located, unconscious in front of a half naked qunari, who looked as confused and frightened as the young servant.
"Who are you, and how did you get in here? What did you do with Hawke?!" he barked in qunlat at the man, who stared at him with a bewildered look on his face. Fenris inched forward, bracing himself for attack.
"W-Wait! Fenris, it's me! Don't!"
Fenris stopped in his tracks, lowering the sword and standing up straight. "... Hawke?"
Once they had put Orana in her bed, calmed down Bodahn, who'd been woken by the yelling, Hawke had changed out of his bathrobe (and Fenris thought it showed a lot when he was /human/)and then sat in the dining room as Fenris poured them each a cup of tea.
"Now," Fenris began, sitting across from Hawke, watching as his new hands attempted to pick up the delicate cup without crushing it completely. "Explain to me what sort of magic this is."
"If I knew, I'd have told you already," Hawke sighed, leaning forward to try and drink from the cup instead of picking it up. "I've never heard of anything like this!"
"Well... there are tales of those capable transforming into beasts; shapeshifters, you could say. Varric told me and the blood mage one of them, actually. An old witch brewed a potion capable of transforming a human into another human. I'm not sure how it goes; I wasn't paying attention."
Hawke frowned and scratched his new horns, having given up on trying to drink anymore. "A potion huh... I think I might know someone who could help me figure that out."
"You're not going anywhere looking like that," Fenris stated with a frown. "If anyone sees a qunari walk out of this mansion, it's likely they will talk. And to see one in Hightown is certainly unheard of. You'll have to use the cellar passage."
"Fine. But what about Anders? And the others? Dear Maker, what about my mother?"
"I will take care of that. She won't return from Starkhaven for some time, so I'll send a letter. I will talk to the others, also. I'm sure they will understand."
The warrior smiled. "Thank you, Fenris. This means a lot to me."
Fenris grunted, though his lips twitched with a smile. "Don't thank me just yet. We need to find you proper clothing. Your regular clothes look as though they're about to burst if you move wrong."
Hawke's smile turned into a frown as he inspected his clothing. "You're right. I have a cloak I can wear, but it'll be... uncomfortable, in this heat."
"Not to mention the fact it will be difficult to hide this for long. You are too well known, and people will begin to question where you've gone. And why a qunari is walking about as though it were human."
The man sighed and slumped in his seat. "I don't suppose I can just stay in for the rest of my life?"
"You and I both know you would be clawing to get out by the day's end."
Hawke huffed, but betrayed a smile. "You're right. Shall we be off?"
"Fenris? What are you doing here? And who's this?" Anders questioned, glancing between the broody elf and his cloaked qunari companion. "Where's Hawke? I thought you were with him last night."
The qunari shifted uncomfortably and attempted to pull the hood of his cloak further over his face, only to have his horns get in the way.
"It's... a long story," Fenris supplied with uncharacteristic niceness, placing a hand on the qunari's arm, hidden beneath the cloak. "If you would gather the other's at Hawke's mansion, we will explain later."
"Uh, alright... Where are you going?" Anders asked, staring at the qunari, who refused to meet his gaze.
"We're off to meet someone who might be able to shed some light on this... situation."