[His mouth opens, and then Fenris hesitates for a moment. He knows what he's after; he knows, too, that Hawke means it when he says anything. But he isn't an elf used to asking for help.]
. . . do you have a couch I can stay upon this evening?
[He almost certainly won't sleep tonight. But at least being in a place with someone he trusts without question will ease his panic and fear.]
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. . . do you have a couch I can stay upon this evening?
[He almost certainly won't sleep tonight. But at least being in a place with someone he trusts without question will ease his panic and fear.]