Hawke hadn't seen him as a problem up until that last minute. And then suddenly everything had turned upside down and all around. It was like her life had been crumbling before that and then Anders drove a wedge into the cracks and set fire to the remains. He'd broken her heart and Hawke wanted nothing more to do with him.

Despite the differences, Kirkwall is on her mind as she addresses Fenris. She half expects something else to explode or shower them with red lyrium. Or worse, a demon to get summoned. An arcane horror to liven things up.

"Any sign of demons?" she asks quickly before she shakes her head. "I've been through worse."

She's been hurt worse. Though she's got a few cuts and bruises, her red hair hides the worst of them and she isn't bleeding anymore. But she is always her last concern. There are other people who might be hurt, people who might need her help.

"I want to try helping these people. But afterwards, when things calm down..." She barely knows how to say it, but she wants a little time to reassure herself that she hasn't caused Fenris any pain. That he's safe and doesn't need to be brought before a real healer. If something happened to any of her people because of her...

It'd be like Kirkwall-flavored guilt all over again.