"Hello, Hawke," Fenris says when he hears the door close, followed by the approach of footsteps.
It's a friendly greeting, more so than he'd generally give to anyone other than Hawke, whom he still considers something like a hostess here since she'd been here before he arrived. More than that, though, she's his friend and companion and the one person he's genuinely sure looks out for him for its own sake.
It's only when he turns that he sees the look on her face: scowling and sulky, like she'd been out on a tiresome errand she had to do for someone she didn't particularly like back in Kirkwall.
"What happened?" he asks, well aware that she can look out for herself, but also aware that he's her ally and companion here, with all the obligation that carries.
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It's a friendly greeting, more so than he'd generally give to anyone other than Hawke, whom he still considers something like a hostess here since she'd been here before he arrived. More than that, though, she's his friend and companion and the one person he's genuinely sure looks out for him for its own sake.
It's only when he turns that he sees the look on her face: scowling and sulky, like she'd been out on a tiresome errand she had to do for someone she didn't particularly like back in Kirkwall.
"What happened?" he asks, well aware that she can look out for herself, but also aware that he's her ally and companion here, with all the obligation that carries.