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Anders knelt at the elf's side, chewing his lip worriedly. He had used up all his mana to stop the bleeding, and to contain the effects of the poison, but it wasn't enough to knit the flesh back together and it would probably take more than just magic to cure the poison altogether.

He stood up wearily and turned to Varric and Hawke.

"We have to get him back to my clinic. I need some time to regain my mana so I can finish healing that cut, and I need some sort of antidote for the poison so we'd better move him quickly."

The three of them spent a few clumsy minutes trying to figure out how to carry him. He was heavier than he looked, and between Anders tiredness and the difference in height between Varric and Hawke there was no feasible way to do it.

Finally Hawke huffed in irritation and just slung him up over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Anders winced, thinking of the additional tearing that was probably doing to the wound. At least the elf was too out of it to feel pain right now. Hawke started back toward the city, leaving the dwarf and Anders to heft Fenris' greatsword between them like a log.

It was full dark before they made it back to Kirkwall, and even later by the time the warrior finally dumped Fenris onto one of the cots in the clinic. This time both Anders and Varric winced as the elf's body bounced onto the creaking bed. Hawke rolled his eyes at them and then headed for the door, calling out over his shoulder as he went.

"I trust that you'll see to him. I told Sebastian to come over for dinner tonight and I'm already late."

Varric shook his head as he turned back to the healer,

"What do you need to fix him up Blondie? I'll see what I can get out of Tomwise."

While Anders described some things he thought would be useful the dwarf gathered up the damaged parts of Fenris' armor and headed out. Anders went to gather some cleaning implements and a lyrium potion and then bent to work on cleaning the cut.

About an hour later he had gotten the wound completely cleaned, and had used his magic to knit the flesh neatly back together. He didn't even think there would be a scar, and he took a moment to admire his handiwork.

Fenris had remained unconscious the whole time, probably from some combination of the poison and his magic. Although he had healed the elf on the battlefield many times, he had never had the opportunity to see him so still and so, well…undressed.

Lying there in nothing but those skin tight leggings he was quite the eyeful. With his white hair tousled just so against the pillow, and his face completely relaxed, he was really too pretty to be believed. The lyrium markings outlined and enhanced the perfect musculature of his chest, arms and abdomen.

Anders had always had kind of a thing for burly, warrior types; that was part of why he'd always found Hawke so attractive. Hawke was all broad chest and bulky arms, much like his Mabari. Fenris on the other hand was much more catlike, everything sleek and powerful. In fact…and Anders had to smile at this thought, with his tan skin and white markings, he was a bit like a tabby cat.

His fingers twitched against the sudden urge to rub behind those pointy ears. Maker, what was he thinking? Fenris was more tiger than tabby, and a tiger that would likely rip his heart out if he caught him gawking at his naked chest. Even as he went to pull the sheet up a sudden voice made him jump in surprise.

"Oh, don't spoil the fun sweet thing! He is just delicious to look at isn't he? We should tell Varric to never, ever give his armor back. Although…I do like those spikes. Hmm, what to do?"

He turned to see Isabela standing behind him, a couple of bottles in her hand. She held them out to him as she continued talking,

"Varric said Tomwise didn't have what you needed so I got this from Martin."

He took them from her and set them on a nearby shelf, uncorking and sniffing each one.

"He will be okay, won't he?"

Anders quirked his brow at her,

"Why Isabela, is that genuine concern I hear? What will become of your reputation?"

"Well, you know I would hate to see such prettiness leave the world, especially before I got a taste."

He snorted at her and rolled his eyes as he carefully poured a dark liquid out of one of the bottle into a flask.

"I don't think you'll have to worry about him leaving this world; but he hasn't been interested in letting you have a taste so far."

She gave a throaty chuckle and headed for the door while he grabbed a different bottle.

"Yes, it does seem more and more likely that he'd rather give a taste to a certain apostate, doesn't it? Be gentle with him, sweet thing."

Before he could come up with a tart response she was gone. Shrugging off her words, he continued mixing until he was satisfied with his concoction. Then he went over to the bed, noticing that Fenris had finally opened his eyes and was looking around in confusion. His deep voice was even raspier than normal when he spoke.

"Where…I thought I heard…Isabela?"

Anders slipped his arm beneath the elf's shoulders, lifting him just enough so that he could drink from the flask without spilling.

"Here drink this; it'll neutralize the poison in your blood. Yes, Isabela was here, she's the one who brought you the antidote. I'm starting to think that girl cares a lot more about people than she lets on. Who knows, maybe seeing people clearly is one of the benefits of being in the fucked-and-dumped-by-Hawke-club."

Dark brows pulled together in puzzlement over clouded green eyes.

"The…what?"

Anders laughed softly and held the flask to his lips.

"Never mind, just drink this and then try and get some real sleep."

Fenris gulped the drink down and pulled a face, dropping back against the pillows and closing his eyes.

"It tastes like the swill they serve at the Hanged Man."

Anders found himself smiling with something like affection at the grumpy elf.

"Snob. Not everything can be your high class wine."

The sound of deep, even breathing told him Fenris was already asleep. Deciding he would try and get some sleep too he headed back into his little room, leaving the door open just in case the elf needed him.