[It's the last thing the man says that causes a drop in Fenris's sharp look, even if just a bit. He wasn't familiar enough with that 'sharing' mentality — being who he was, appointed "pet" to Danarius, made to be intimidating, the others steered clear of him. When he was denied meals by Hadriana he was on his own. But still, living in that environment:]
I understand.
[A begrudging acceptance of the man's explanation, head turned to stare off elsewhere, perhaps slightly ashamed at how after all this time he still clung to his instinctive need to protect himself to a paranoid degree. Hawke would have a word or two to say were he here, he's sure.
no subject
I understand.
[A begrudging acceptance of the man's explanation, head turned to stare off elsewhere, perhaps slightly ashamed at how after all this time he still clung to his instinctive need to protect himself to a paranoid degree. Hawke would have a word or two to say were he here, he's sure.
His throat clears.]
Thank you, but I am fine.
[Still prickly, but slightly less so.]