Haven eaten as much food as he'll allow, Fenris returns with caution. Finding Astarion asleep is good, if disappointing. Finding his silly little gift clutched in Astarion's hand does fill Fenris with a quiet sort of warmth. What a lovely thing, to be wanted freely.

Fenris quietly puts a blanket over Astarion's shoulders before curling up to rest on the floor. Sleep finds him quickly, blessedly dreamless.