Finally a return to some lighter fair for OC-tober! Set in Act 3, Merrill gently teases Fenris about Hawke.
Fenris pushed his hair back out of his eyes and took a moment to catch his breath while Hawke and Varric started to scour the corpses of the dragonlings for anything useful that would make the trip to the Bone Pit worth while. Merrill came and stood next to him, watching their companions as well.
“You’re glowing,” she said cheerfully.
“Yes, I do that,” he said flatly, “Or have you not noticed in all the years we’ve known each other.”
“Oh, I don’t mean like that, silly. I mean there’s something different about you, you seem happier.”
Fenris tried to keep his expression neutral, “I’m as content as ever.”
“I’m sure you are,” her smile was deceptively innocent. “I don’t suppose Hawke has anything to do with that.”
Fenris didn’t say anything, focusing instead on the Champion of Kirkwall as she stripped scales from one of the bodies.
“We’ve all noticed you know.”
“You know... me, Isabela, Varric, Sebastian, Aveline, Bohdan, Donnic, Corff…”
A flush of heat rose up Fenris’s neck and he sighed in defeat.
“I’m glad.” Merrill leaned over, nudging him with her shoulder, “You make her glow too, you know.”
Finally, Fenris allowed himself to smile, “She deserves it.”
Merrill smiled at him one last time then went to join Hawke and Varric collecting materials from the dead dragonlings.