[ Affection was something Fenris was always starved for, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He was so comfortable with Cullen that he did not attempt to flinch away or deny it, he allowed himself to enjoy that touch with a faint smile and his head slightly lowered. ]

In Thedas, nothing good ever lasted for me. Perhaps this will be different.

[ a rare moment of hope for Fenris. ]

I do not care to be involved with what Lavellan spoke of, perhaps that is selfish of me.