It had been a long time since Cat had gotten a good platonic hug. Zev and Alistair often asked for her "good luck battle hugs", but she always felt there was something under the request that kept her from prolonging them. Hugging Anders was different, like how she imagined hugging a best friend would feel. Even hugging her brother hadn't felt this good.

"Cat."

Cat looked over at Hawke, though Anders didn't break their hug, so all she could do was turn her head. "Yes?" she asked.

"I would like a word."

"Right," she said, pulling out of Anders' grip with a smile to him, and a pat on the arm. It looked like they were taking a break before heading home. She sat down, across from Hawke, and said, "What's up?"

"How about telling me why you left Anders' clinic in the middle of the night," Hawke snapped, "giving no indication of where you were going?"

Cat froze. Hawke's words were much more forceful than she had been expecting, and while not untrue, it seemed a bit harsh. She looked over at Anders, biting her lip to keep from asking him what he told the others.

"I'm so, so sorry Anders. I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to disturb you. I thought I would just go home, and perhaps the fresh air and walk would help."

"It's fine Cat-"

"It is NOT FINE," Hawke interrupted Anders. Cat was so confused, because while his voice was stern, he didn't look angry… in fact his face was oddly blank. "Alone in Darktown is one thing- and this has nothing to do with you being a woman," Hawke stopped her argument in it's tracks, before she could say a word. "You were injured, alone, and in the middle of the night walking through Darktown. It was not only reckless, it was the most stupid thing you could possibly do."

Cat reeled back slightly, unsure if she was angry or guilty, and not liking the feeling. "I thought-"

"Obviously, you did not think," Hawke interrupted her. "otherwise none of this would have happened. Now after fighting your necromancer, we had to go running into fight after fight in order to rescue you."

Cat stayed quiet, her frustration and guilt mixing to curdle in her gut. He wasn't even listening! She wanted to lash out, and she wanted to cry. She started taking deep breaths, and even counting to ten to herself in an attempt to stay calm.

"I don't think any explanation could help at this point," Hawke continued.

One… two…

"but I would like to hear one anyway,"

Three… four…

"so that I can feel reasonably sure about trusting your decisions in the future."

Five, six, oh no…

Of all the reactions Hawke was expecting, seeing Cat jump up suddenly and run off, was the furthest thought from his mind. He looked up, his eyes wide and his mouth open in shock.

"Maker's breath, Hawke," Anders said quietly, as he sat down. Isabela gave Hawke a glare before setting off after her friend.

"Well done, brother. We all know no one can be as perfect as Garrett Hawke, but now we must add making women cry to your epithet," Carver sneered sarcastically.

"And what is that supposed to mean?!" Hawke responded, his face no longer the blank slate, but showing the myriad of feelings across his face, from shock to guilt, to embarrassment, and finally defensiveness.

"That's enough," Fenris said, not moving from his perch against the wall of the cave across from Hawke.

"I agree," Anders added, sitting on Hawke's right, looking between Hawke and Carver as he spoke. "We should not be pointing fingers and placing blame here."

Carver sat opposite of Hawke, smirking at him, obviously pleased he had been able to get a shot in at his brother. They all looked up as Isabela and Cat walked back into the camp. Hawke could see no evidence of crying, in fact, Cat looked mad as hell.

"Hawke," Isabela said, as she moved her arm to wrap it around Cat's shoulders. "Kitty made an emotional decision, and obviously feels bad about it enough without you pointing it out." Cat nodded, feeling vindicated.

"And Kitty," Cat's temporary vindication was swept away. "Hawke was worried, in fact ALL of us were worried. It was mostly luck that we found you, and if Anders hadn't come when he did, it would have been hours later by the time we got here. Which means, you might have been gone. That's enough to make anyone upset."

Cat's anger shifted to guilt, yet again. She just assumed they were coming, she hadn't thought about how they would feel. "Since when did you become a diplomat, Issy?" she grumbled, and Isabela let out a laugh.

"I suppose you two just bring it out in me," she replied, giving Cat a squeeze and letting her go. "He really has been worried," she whispered.

Cat looked down at Hawke. He was looking off to a wall, his arms crossed in front of him, the look on his face seeming more unhappy than angry at this point.

"Garrett," Cat said quietly, waiting for him to meet her gaze. "I am sorry. I did what I thought was best, and it turned out completely sideways." She gave a shrug, not willing to go into everything. "Thank you," she added, looking around to the others. "Thank you for coming for me. I was reasonably sure I could get away, but I didn't want to leave Olivia and Feynriel in the hands of the slavers."

"Ah…" Hawke raised his hand and scratched the back of his neck, looking away. "No problem." He ignored the looks the others were throwing his direction, at his sudden change of attitude. "Uh, what is the plan with these two, anyway?"

Cat looked over where the two young mages had both fallen asleep. Smiling, she looked back to Hawke, then over to Anders. "I have a few ideas," she said.

"Should I be worried?" Anders asked with a smirk.

"Maybe," Cat teased.

She then told them of first Feynriel and his desire to go to the Dalish. Hawke and Anders especially agreed with the idea, and Cat was hardly surprised that Fenris and Carver were against it, though they put up little resistance to the idea. Cat got the feeling that they protested just out of principle, instead of actually caring what happened.

Cat then explained about Olivia, how her father was a templar, and her desire to leave the circle, seeing that it was the place she was raised, and had always been taught that her existence was basically a sin.

"She is young to become an apostate," Hawke said, looking over at her sleeping form.

"That's true, however, she is resilient, and learns quickly. I think if she had a place where she could see her powers doing good…"

Everyone was silent, looking at Cat in confusion, though Fenris was giving a Cat a look that asked, Are you sure about this?

"Wait… you mean the clinic?" Anders asked in shock. "I hardly have time to look after someone…"

"That's the point!" Cat crowed in triumph, though the others didn't share her enthusiasm. "Look, at first, yes, you'll need to be there a lot, teaching her how to handle the day to day, the more simple healings, and so on. Teaching her how to look out for herself, and about Justice, and whatever. But then, she will be able to take a lot of the duties of the clinic off your plate, Anders."

"Justice and whatever?"

"She'll be able to handle the day to day, which will give you more time to spend as you need, whether helping Hawke, or working on your own goals. Or she'll be able to help with healings that take too much out of you. Besides, isn't she an example of exactly what you are trying to accomplish? Getting mages free from the circle?"

"Well… yes, but…"

"But?" Hawke asked, interested in his answer.

"I don't know, I just feel like I should be arguing against this, even if I don't have a good reason why," Anders replied with a smile.

"That's a normal reaction to Cat's plans," Hawke responded with a smirk at Cat.

"Hey! That's rude," Cat pouted. "just wait until the next time one of your plans goes wrong…" she threatened teasingly.

Hawke held his hands up in surrender. "My deepest apologies, my lady," he said in a high, snooty voice, which had Cat giggling.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I for one would like to sleep in my bed instead of in a cave," Isabela said, bringing everyone back to the present.

"Seconded," Carver added.

Cat gave a huge yawn, her brain finally catching on to her body's weariness. Eyeing the ground of the cave, she gave in. "I agree, though I may complain the whole way home," she said to Isabela.

"You say that like it is something different than every other time," Isabela teased.

"Ouch!" Cat pressed her hand to her heart. "You wound me!"

"Really, you just set yourself up for them," Fenris added, as he went over to wake up the sleeping mages.

Cat stayed in the middle of the group since both Olivia and Feynriel stuck to her like glue. Everyone was polite, but both young mages were extremely nervous, worried that perhaps the promises that Cat had given them would not be upheld by these others.

Both Anders and Hawke were quick to show small spells, hoping to ease their minds by knowing that there were others mages with them, and while it helped, Cat could still sense their unease. Being out in the open after what happened most likely was the cause.

"You endanger yourself human! Do not say you were un-warned."

The group stopped, looking around for the source of the voice, and Hawke pushed his way to the front of the group. Hawke looked back at Fenris who gestured with his head, and Hawke stepped in that direction to find the source.

Hawke's eyes opened wide as a large Qunari stepped out of a hidden path. "Go no further human. The path ahead is littered with my kind," he said to Hawke.

"What are you trying to pull here?" Hawke demanded.

"I did not like my… role, so I left the Qun. I do not want to murder as my brethren, so I warn their victims. I am currently pulling nothing. You are not helpless, so I will leave."

Cat swallowed her giggle, her exhaustion making everything sound much more funny than it actually was. The Tal-Vashoth was obviously not trying to make a joke. He turned and left them once he said his piece, and Hawke turned back to his group looking confused.

"I know I don't know much about Qunari, but that seemed very strange," he said to Fenris, looking for an explanation.

"When Qunari do not follow the Qun, they are cast out, and known as Tal-Vashoth," Fenris explained, sounding bored. "They are considered soulless, and without purpose they become wild and savage. They are basically criminals to those of the Qun."

Hawke nodded, though it still didn't make much sense to him. At least he now had a name to go with these… other Qunari.

"It seems we have little choice," Hawke stated after some thought. "If we would be attacked anyway, I say we take the fight to them. I would feel better knowing others will not be attacked after us." He glanced around to his companions. "But, only if you feel up to it," he added. He looked at each, and they nodded in turn. He knew they were tired, but a fight they controlled was better than a fight they were thrust into.

He looked over at Cat. "Cat I want you three to wait here,"

"What?" she replied looking disgruntled.

"I need you to protect them, in case any of these Tal-Vashoth get past us," he explained.

"I… I can help Serah," Olivia spoke up. "You saved us, and you are willing to help us further. It is the very least we can do."

Cat looked over and gave her a questioning look, asking "are you sure?" Olivia nodded, and Cat turned to Feynriel, to see him nod as well. She turned back to Hawke. "I'll stay with them, and we'll stay back, but we ARE going with you."

Hawke saw the determination on each of their faces, and gave in. "Very well, just don't do anything reckless. Keep an eye on the perimeter, looking for ambushes or flanking attacks." They nodded back to him, and he turned to his other companions. "This area of the coast has many winding trails and small caves, as well as bush and tree cover. Stay on your guard, and don't get far ahead. Anders and I may need your help."

They nodded again, the four of them staying quiet as they each pulled out their weapons. Cat pulled out her own daggers, glad that her things had been recovered. Well… almost all.

"Kitty?" Isabela asked, causing Cat to turn to her. "You're scowling. Are you not ready for this?"

"Sorry, Issy, I just was thinking that I wasn't able to find my blue dagger. It's my favorite."

"Oh, my apologies," Fenris stated, pulling the blue dyed, leather wrapped, dagger from his belt and handing it to Cat. "We took it from the men who originally took you from Darktown."

Cat beamed at Fenris, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said as she took the dagger back. It was one of precious few mementos from her days with the Wardens, and had become somewhat of a lucky charm. She couldn't even bear to use it, worried that something might happen to it. "Okay, now I am ready!" She said as she sheathed the dagger in its home on her belt.

That earned her smiles all around, though a few were smirks, and the group started off again, ready for an attack.

Cat quietly asked Feynriel and Olivia about their magic as they walked, and directing them on when and how to be most helpful with the spells they knew. They were both very young, and only knew a handful of things- Olivia being still an apprentice, and Feynriel being mostly self-taught. But, they wanted to help, so she would assist them in that. This was a chance to build their confidence.

Very soon, the fight had begun, with both Fenris and Carver charging forward at a group of Tal-Vashoth. Unlike the game mechanics, the shouts brought all the other Tal-Vashoth in the area out to assist, and the mages did all they could to keep the spears and other projectiles from wounding their warriors.

Isabela darted in and out of stealth, focusing on wounding more than killing blows, which not only kept the Tal-Vashoth from fighting, but made each wounded one easier to kill.

Cat now fully understood what Hawke had meant when he stated that he wasn't as proficient with ice spells as Anders. While Hawke's ice spells froze limbs and on occasion almost an entire body, Anders' spells were devastating in comparison, freezing several enemies solid at once, and with much more frequency.

It was a difficult fight, but soon they were making their way into the cave that seemed to be their base. Afterwards, they stopped to rest, and took what valuables and food they could use from the cave, and headed out back towards Kirkwall.

"So this is where you live?" Olivia asked as she followed Cat and Isabela into their dwelling. Cat thought it not big enough for one person, let alone three, but they would make do for one night. Anders needed time to make Olivia her own space at the clinic.

"We honestly only sleep here," Cat answered. "So it's big enough, and clean enough for that, and we don't have to worry about anyone thinking we have things to steal, seeing as it looks so shabby on the outside."

"I guess that would work," Olivia said, though she didn't believe her own words.

"I'd get used to it," Isabela added, as she sat on her bed to pull off her boots. "Anders' clinic is in the Undercity, which is a giant step down from Lowtown."

Olivia looked dismayed as she thought on that, but eventually she steeled herself. "You said I would have my own room?" she asked Cat.

"Yes, and Anders will never violate your privacy. It's a big thing for him, since he came from the circle too."

Olivia nodded. "Then it may not be ideal at first, but it will still be better than there. A gilded cage is still a cage, after all."

"Smart, kid." Isabela said, before she rolled over turning her back to the other two and pulling her pillow over her head.

"Guess she's tired," Cat said with a yawn. "I think I need a nap too," she looked at Olivia. "What do you want to do? I wouldn't recommend going out, but it's your decision."

"Um… if I write a letter to my father, could you deliver it to him at the gallows?" she asked hesitantly.

"Sure, if you don't have a deadline. I'm not certain when I'll be going to the gallows, but I can definitely make that happen."

"Sorry to be so needy, but do you have letter writing supplies?" she asked with embarrassment.

"Not a problem," Cat answered, digging through a crate to find the supplies she would need. "If you feel like sleeping, feel free to share my bed or there are books here in this crate if you'd rather read. Sorry there aren't more options," she handed the items to Olivia, and headed over to her bed. "I've got to work later tonight, so feel free to use my bed." Then, pulling off her own boots, she laid down, and pulled the blanket over herself.

"Thank you, Cat. For everything," Olivia said quietly, but Cat didn't reply. She turned, and smiled as she could see Cat was already fast asleep.

"CAT!"

Cat turned toward the voice that hissed her name, seeing Idunna motioning her forward.

"What is it?" she asked. "I'm working."

"Shhh! Just come on!"

Cat shrugged and followed after her, back towards her room. After she had gotten inside

and Idunna closed the door, she spoke again. "You know, I was almost to your room anyway."

"Yes, but I couldn't wait any longer!" Idunna said with wide eyes, and Cat wondered what had gotten into her.

"Okay… I'm here. What is it?"

"Is it true that Madam Lusine has been having Arina and Burne learning how to do your job?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah. I told her that I couldn't be here every night any more. With the expedition that I'm investing in, and helping Isabela's friend Hawke with odd jobs, it's hard to tell when I need the night free."

"Ugh, that is so like you!"

"Huh?"

"You, and your noble honesty. You realize that once you teach them, she's just going to let you go completely?"

"But- she said she wouldn't…"

"Cat. You are so naive."

Cat frowned at her friend. Sure, she tried to see the good in everyone, but she hated when others called her naive. She sighed heavily. "It isn't a big deal Idunna. If she does, then she does, and I'll find something else."

"No, there's no need for that," she said, and handed Cat a paper. Cat's eyebrow winged up in question as she took the paper and began reading it.

It was a list of sorts, names on the left side of people that worked at the Rose, she realized as she read down the list. To the side of each name, there were tonics and potions noted, and to the right of that column, was another noting quantities.

"What am I looking at Idunna?" Cat asked, perplexed.

"I thought it was pretty straightforward," she answered with a smirk. "These are your weekly orders for tonics."

"I don't get it, you want me to deliver tonics?"

"Cat, why do I have to spell this out?" Idunna huffed. "Even if we can't have you cleaning for us anymore, we don't want to go back to the old tonics. We convinced Madam to give us the money she bought the tonics with, and we take care of it ourselves now. This list are the people who want to get their tonics from you. Or I should say our tonics, because I want mine from you too.

"Isabela told me that you had your friend make them, and paid him for that to help with his clinic. So this is a win-win situation. He makes the tonics, you deliver them, we pay for the service, and get better quality goods. Everyone wins, and you have a new way to make money. Plus we still get to see you."

Cat stood there, gobsmacked as the realization hit her. These amazing people had figured out a way for her to still make a living, with a job that was much more flexible. Cat gave Idunna a quick hug. "I have to get back to work, but this isn't over. Thank you so much!"

Once her work was done, Cat made sure to visit every single person on the list, not only to go over the quantities, ensuring that they were correct, but also to give hugs and thanks to each and every one of them before she left.

Cat wasn't really surprised that someone was waiting to walk her home, though she was surprised it was Fenris, instead of Isabela. She walked up to where he was leaning against the wall, and asked, "what happened?"

"She was having a good time, and did not want to leave. I told her I would take her place," he said.

"Drinking at the Hanged Man?" Cat asked.

"Indeed."

"They aren't all getting drunk are they? We do have to take Feynriel to the dalish tomorrow."

Fenris simply grunted.

"I guess that's a no," Cat teased, as he pushed himself upright and they started walking through Hightown.

"You know walking home from Hightown isn't the same as walking through Darktown."

"Obviously," he replied without looking at her.

"So, why do I need an escort?" she asked.

"Perhaps I needed the escort," he said, teasing her back.

"Oh, well in that case, we are going the wrong way! Aren't you staying in an abandoned mansion here in Hightown?"

Fenris turned his head slightly and smirked at her. "You are, as always, well informed."

"True."

They walked on in silence, and while Fenris was naturally not much of a chatter, Cat could tell he had something on his mind, so she stayed quiet.

"Cat," he began. "Did you know that necromancer was there?"

Cat turned to glance at him as well, then nodded. "Yes."

"I see. And the trapdoor leading to his lair?"

"Yes."

"You told Isabela about it?"

"Sort of."

He stopped, and put his hand on her arm to stop her as well. She realized this was going to be a longer conversation than she had thought. She hooked her arm in his and turned towards the main housing side of Hightown.

"Let's go to your place and talk. I don't trust the eyes and ears around here."

"Very well."

After arriving at the mansion, Cat smiled at Fenris' "re-decorating". The mansion as a whole was overall ignored, most rooms collecting dust, though there were a few rooms that looked as if a tornado had gone through them, by the broken furniture piled inside. She followed him upstairs, and he pulled a chair closer to the fire for her.

"Thank you," she said, sitting down and letting out a small sigh. Fenris busied himself with stoking the fire, adding on more wood, before sitting on a bench on the other side of the fireplace, waiting for her to speak.

"Now I feel like perhaps you convinced Isabela to stay drinking so you could come and speak with me alone," Cat said, and Fenris smirked. "Yes, I did give Isabela some information, though when I tried to explain how I knew, she didn't want to hear it. She was content to just believe me, and said that if I wanted her to know I could explain. Knowing that she didn't want the explanation however, kept me from saying more."

"And if she did want an explanation?"

Cat hesitated. True, she had already said as much out loud to Fenris, but her talk with Anders had her wondering just how much to share. Though Zevran believed her, and Duran and his group did as well, to a lesser extent, there had still always been small issues. Questions of what she knew, why she hadn't shared, as well as the issue of trust. It was difficult to trust someone that was keeping secrets, and they ALL knew she was keeping secrets. No matter how close they had become, that had continued to be a wedge between them.

Now, here was a new group of people that she was becoming close to, and she worried about repeating the past. She didn't like the looks, and the mistrust in her decisions, and was thinking that perhaps it was better NOT to share. After all, she had been spoiled with Zevran, and couldn't expect anyone else to be as trusting and accepting as he was.

Being with Isabela's crew didn't have the problem of trust, but she wasn't able to fully integrate with the sailors either, she always kept her distance.

"To be honest? Based on past experiences, I wonder if it is wise to share an explanation at all," she answered, looking into the fire to avoid his gaze.

"Why?"

Cat glanced over, and seeing he was not pushing, but truly curious to know, she tried to put her feelings into words.

"That necromancer… he killed many women, yes?" she asked him, and he nodded in reply. "It seems a small thing in the big picture, but if left alone, eventually… Hawke's mother would have been one of his victims."

Fenris' eyes widened slightly as he took in this information, but he remained silent.

"Now imagine, if you are Hawke, and you know about me, and I hadn't stopped the necromancer."

"Ah," Fenris murmured with a nod. "I could easily blame you," he said quietly.

"Yes, but I am not all knowing, nor all seeing. And those that did not fully understand made life difficult, even knowing that they cared about me, there was always a slight distrust."

They sat quietly for some time, Fenris contemplating what he had been told, and Cat giving the time and space to do so. It was a comfortable silence, and Cat smiled to herself as she realized this was far from what she would have pictured, having told Fenris of all people about herself.

Fenris cleared his throat, and Cat turned to him. "It is your decision, but know that I would like to understand. I may not be the wisest, or the kindest, but I am loyal to my friends. I swear that I would never share anything you share with me with another soul."

Cat smiled wider, "Does that mean… we're friends?"

He gave her a look. "Is that not what I just finished saying?"

Cat looked down at her hands. Sometimes, she knew she needed to be logical, but…

"So where I am from there was a story. An epic story that spanned many years. In was so intricate, that you not only read the story, you participated in it, making decisions as if you were the main character."

"How would that even work?" he asked, confused.

"Hmm… say, I am telling you a tale, where the hero is at the cave of the dragon, and I give you the choice. You are the hero… do you go into the dragon cave, or do you try to lure the dragon out? The story then would change based on your decision, would it not?"

"Yes, I see," he replied, with a nod.

"In the beginning of this story, it was about a young recruit that joined the Grey Wardens. Tragedy struck this recruit, and during a blight, in a fight with the darkspawn, all but one of his companions were killed, along with the king, and half of the nation's army.

"This recruit didn't know why at the time, but was told that only a Grey Warden could stop the blight, so he and his companion travelled around the country, gaining allies and raising an army to fight this terrible foe."

"Are you telling-"

"Just wait," Cat interrupted his question. "Save all questions for the end," she added.

"Very well…"

"During this time, a young mage was living with his mother, brother, and sister in a small town. After this fight with the darkspawn was lost, the darkspawn started across the countryside, killing everything in their path. This mage had very little notice, just his brother, who escaped from death in the battle, coming right before the horde of darkspawn to warn them. They took off immediately, trying to escape from the horde, finding a warrior and templar along the way.

"Through the help of another, they were able to get on a ship, and travel away from the blighted land to the free marches, ending in Kirkwall. They had to scrape and serve to survive, but finally they carved a place for themselves in the city. Soon this mage met others that he helped, and were willing to travel with him. A dwarf, an apostate, a pirate, a former slave, a dalish elf, and a prince… along with one of his siblings, and his warrior friend- this mage had triumphs and tragedies, becoming a champion to the people, and leader to this varied group."

There was silence, as Cat finished, and Fenris waited to see if she was really done. Finally he commented, "I see you make no mention of yourself."

Cat smiled sadly then. "I was not a part of this story, when I heard it, though I often wished I was." She laughed without any humor at the irony. "I read this story again and again, making different decisions each time, enjoying the camaraderie of these amazing people, feeling joy in their triumphs, and sorrow in their tragedies. I felt as if I knew them as well as any of my actual friends."

"Tragedy stuck my life as well, and I found myself in a dark place. I stayed there, though friends and family all tried to help me, I refused to move on and up out of the dark. Then one day, I woke up, and found that I wasn't in my bed… I was on a street. Many things happened, but I later found out, that I was in… Thedas. This place that I had heard and read about. Not only that, I met people… from the story. People that I knew- well, somewhat."

"You… you found yourself IN the story you knew so well?"

"Yes," Cat said, relived and yet scared that she had laid it all out. There was no going back now. "That is why I'm not some Oracle, I don't really know the future. I just know the story."

"So if I were to ask you things?"

"I may or may not tell you. I may or may not even know the answer. But I worry. Knowledge changes things, how people act, choices they make. Who knows what will change because the necromancer is dead before he should have been?"

"I see. I do not envy you."

Now Cat did smile. "Thank you very much," she said sardonically. "However, I cannot simply let horrible things occur. I worry more for what I may do to Thedas. Just being here has brought changes I can't being to fathom, but I don't know that I can just sit idly by and watch horrible things happen when I could stop them."

"What was it you said before? Great power also brings great responsibility?"

"Wait, you were listening to that?"

"Of course. I believe that is what has caught my curiosity about you the most. Your ideas are so different than any other I have come across, though now it is apparent as to the reason for that."

"That is true, but it is also from what I have seen. I have friends both who are mages, and those who's lives have been torn apart by magic. I truly believe there is no easy solution."

"Hmm." Fenris stood, going to look out the window. "There are still a few hours until sunrise. I should get you home, so we can both get our rest. I feel that tomorrow will be long."

"All right," Cat said, as she stood and stretched.

"Though I do have one final question for today," he added and she looked over to him in question. "Though you work at the Rose, you are not a whore, correct?"

Cat grinned. "I knew I liked you Fenris."