He would not wish to have it expressed in that manner. They know, both of them, the trouble that has followed her, but she's speaking with someone who spent three years with danger literally following him in the form of hunters and Danarius' mercenaries.

"When I met you, I was followed by a more immediate danger than you. I was used to it."

And since then, he'd become used to following Hawke, so used to it that he doesn't feel right when he's not. But it's not about that, now. It's about wanting to help. To help, in general, and to help Hawke, too.

Fenris rests his arms on his knees, tiredness from the long day seeping through him.

"What happened in the cave?" he asks.