“Yeah, sure, she’s different.” Hawke stopped messing with the door and looked over to Fenris. She looked a bit upset, “She’s also not around anymore.” She huffed, sending a bit of loose black hair into the air. It fell messily in front of her face. Her bright blue eyes seemed to gloss over for a second, before her attention snapped back to the elf. Hawke smiled sadly.
A brighter smile soon spread across her face, “Mad? Or just more fun than the rest of them? It’s not my fault they can’t go out drinking and end up dancing at a tavern.” Hawke laughed, and placed a gauntlet covered hand on the elf’s shoulder, “What’s life without a little fun?” Hawke winked and laughed again. “I bet everything here does,” she let go of the elf’s shoulder. Nothing seems to be like the stuff in Kirkwall at all!”
“Ah… yes… …,my apologies for bringing the subject up, Hawke.” The elf immediately felt awkward, unsure of how he should feel about the sudden turn of the conversation. Fenris was never really quite good at understanding what loss was like, so all he could do was console the girl… a little bit.
However, this girl was rather adept at changing her mood so quickly as if nothing had happened. He gave a small shrug and muttered a little. “This world is already too complicated for my liking.” Just wait until he saw what a television was, that would absolutely blow his mind.