Hello all! i'm sort of overdue but here it is. Hope you all enjoy and that Fenris isn't too bad, I want him to have a sweet goey centre with a hard shell of bitterness and resentment. If this doesn't quite work, please let me know.

"Is that-?"

"Yes, your sister, Varania." Mel answered Fenris' question as he asked it.

"I have a sister?" Fenris was slightly disbelieving.

Mel nodded, walking forward, pulling a nervous Fenris behind her. They stopped near a red haired elf, kneeling by a pool. They were in a courtyard of sorts; the surrounding area was grassy and well kept, with trees lining the inside of the stone wall that enclosed the space.

"Can she see us?" Fenris asked, still staring at his sister.

"No, these are merely your memories, a fixed set of images and we see them how you remember them." Mel replied; she was looking around for the Fenris in this memory.

"Varania, what are you doing out here?" The voice was very familiar, both Mel and Fenris turned around to see a slightly younger Fenris walking towards them. He was dressed in the ragged clothes of a slave, the same as his sister, but what struck both of them was the lack of lyrium markings; his skin was bare, unblemished and unmarked.

Mel felt Fenris' hand tighten in her own, tension and shock in seeing a past he doesn't remember.

"You promised you'd play with me Leto." Varania replied, she stood up and walked to her brother, holding out a flower that she had picked from the ground.

The current Fenris turned to Mel, "What did she call me?" he asked, shocked.

"Leto, obviously that was your name. But when did it change?" Mel pondered this while the scene in front of them continued.

"Mother was busy, so I had to help her. You know you shouldn't be out here, our master might catch you and then you'd be in trouble." Leto said

Varania frowned, "Well can you play now?"

"Come inside, little sister, we'll play tomorrow." Leto held Varania's hand as they walked inside.

The memory faded and they were back in the small room once more.

Fenris let go of Mel's hand and the small room faded as well, they were back in Denarius' mansion and the fire crackling was the only sound, save for Fenris' heavy breathing.

"What just happened?" Fenris asked once his breathing had slowed.

Mel didn't say anything, instead she got up and went to his cupboard and searched in it before coming back and sliding a blanket around Fenris' shoulders. He hadn't realised he was shivering violently; he nodded a silent thanks and stared into the fire.

But the shivering didn't stop, so he moved closer to the fire to try and get warm, but that didn't work either. Mel noticed this and realised what was happening, Fenris was suffering from his first experience of his memories, but he was suffering more than most because this was his first time seeing his own memories and the shock could kill him.

Mel had to act quickly, or he would die.

"Fenris?" she shook him gently on the shoulder and he turned to her and I took all her will not to flinch. In a matter of minutes, Fenris had gone from scared and tense to cold and clammy, like he had been out in the cold too long.

"I don't feel so well." He said; his voice was quiet, too quiet.

"Fenris, I need to help me, can you do that?" Mel asked sweetly, like she was talking to a small child.

Fenris nodded.

Mel worked quickly; she pulled the blanket off first and put it aside as she began working on removing his armour. He protested weakly at first but a few soothing words helped him relax. By the time she was removing his gauntlets, he was slumped against her shoulder, shivering and breathing heavily.

When she had removed all his armour, she wrapped him up in the blanket again and moved him to his bed, wrapped him up in all the blankets she could find and waited by his bed until he fell asleep.

Fenris woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed and warm and it took him a few moments to figure out how he ended up in his bed. He looked across to see Mel slumped on a chair, sleeping, with a washcloth in her hand. A bowl of water sat on his bedside table and his armour lay neatly on the nearby dresser and he remembered being unbearably cold after they had viewed one of his memories and that Mel had made him warm again.

He stood up and stretched, feeling better than he had ever before, he was calm, until a voice made him jump about five feet in the air.

"You're awake." Mel said, sliding one eye open to look at Fenris.

"It appears so, did last night really happen?" He asked.

Mel nodded and stood up, stretched and went to re-stoke the fire, "Do you remember all of it?" she called as he put on his armour.

He went and stood next to her, taking serenity in her presence.

"Yes, all of it, including you making me warm again. I was so cold, like I had been removed of all heat." He shivered at the memory.

Mel turned and smiled at him, "It's all right, it's happened to people before, but yours has been the worst case I've faced. It's only because it was the first time you have encountered your memories. Most people I have worked with only wanted to find something more in them, or I had been told to seek the truth."

Fenris nodded and hesitated a bit before he slipped his hand into Mel's, squeezed it slightly and released it again.

"Thank you. I would like to try it again, but not now, maybe not for a while, but definitely again."

Mel nodded slowly, "I will help you find yourself Fenris, maybe not today or next week, but one day, I will make you whole once more."