Hawke will never let Fenris fall back into the hands of a slaver if she can at all help it. Granted, she only has this life and this place to manage it, but she'll do her best anyway. He means too much to her not to.

It does sound like magic, Hawke agrees with a nod. But she can't see how it is, given everything that they know about this place already. "I thought that, too," she admits. "Maybe someone's trapped a mage somewhere, but then I'd expect to see... something. I wish Merrill were here. She'd know."

Blood mage or not, Merrill would be able to tell them a lot more about the magic in this place than anyone else. And to be honest, Hawke misses her innocence. She misses a lot of her friends, in all honesty.

"I think so? She seemed to understand more of it than I could. Maybe it's something she's seen before, wherever she's from, but it's nothing I've ever seen." She pauses, glancing at him. "I'll take you there next time I go, if you'd like."