A/N: prompt from tumblr: what makes you happy?
"So… did you really like that blade I found for you?"
Fenris glanced up from the book he was reading, giving a little nod before returning to the book.
From where she was sprawled out on the rug in front of the fire, Marian could just barely make out the title of the book in Fenris' hands. Smiling a little, she asked, "And that's the book I got you a few years back, right? The one that started the reading lessons in the first place?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry," she apologized almost immediately. "I'm distracting you, aren't I?"
He glanced up again and smirked. "Yes."
Silently, Marian stood and joined Fenris on the couch, letting her head rest lightly on his shoulder. "I wish I could get a real gift," she sighed. "Something that's not just… convenient. Something that you want – something to make you happy."
Fenris didn't look up, but the same smirk played on the edge of his lips. The two of them sat in silence for a moment, and when Fenris spoke, his voice was unusually quiet and uncertain. "There's you."
"Me?"
"You."
"What do you mean, me?" Marian asked, still hesitant to draw her own conclusions.
"I mean you–" Fenris trailed off, glaring at the book in his hands. "You make me happy."
Keeping her voice as light as possible, Marian joked, "It's hard to tell, with the way you're scowling at that poor book."
"Perhaps," Fenris set the book aside, "I should just show you, instead."