[It's quiet. He's, hm, less than pleased about those demons looking at him like that, but it's nothing he hasn't handled before. Slavers, magisters, demons-- it's all the same, and nothing he can't fight against.
Just as you fought against that nail pulling machine? he thinks, and bites his tongue until they emerge from the building. He says nothing about the fangs, though he'd most certainly seen them-- but this place changes you, he knows, and if that's all Hawke sports after what must be at least months, he won't fuss.
I can take care of myself, he thinks of saying, but no, that's not it. Hawke knows that. He's seen Fenris fight time and again, and never once has he underestimated him. If he's acting like this, then . . . ]
You're frightened for me.
Why?
[It's a genuine question. Not why as in why do you care, because he knows that, but rather: what could be so horrifying that Hawke is this on edge? Well, a lot of things, frankly, but he'd rather hear it directly than spend hours wondering.]
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[It's quiet. He's, hm, less than pleased about those demons looking at him like that, but it's nothing he hasn't handled before. Slavers, magisters, demons-- it's all the same, and nothing he can't fight against.
Just as you fought against that nail pulling machine? he thinks, and bites his tongue until they emerge from the building. He says nothing about the fangs, though he'd most certainly seen them-- but this place changes you, he knows, and if that's all Hawke sports after what must be at least months, he won't fuss.
I can take care of myself, he thinks of saying, but no, that's not it. Hawke knows that. He's seen Fenris fight time and again, and never once has he underestimated him. If he's acting like this, then . . . ]
You're frightened for me.
Why?
[It's a genuine question. Not why as in why do you care, because he knows that, but rather: what could be so horrifying that Hawke is this on edge? Well, a lot of things, frankly, but he'd rather hear it directly than spend hours wondering.]