"What is this?" Fenris eyed the strip of red cloth warily, as though it might spring to life and strangle him. One time too many around crazy blood mages? Probably.
"It's a token, just wear it." Hawke was rather proud of not sounding exasperated.
"Why would I wear it?" Hawke might not sound exasperated, but Fenris could almost sniff it from the air as though he were truly the wolf he was named for.
"To remember me, to remember us," Hawke replied, tying the favor around Fenris' bicep. "Even if you 'just can't.'"
Hawke might be used, but never forgotten.