Blue light blooms in the darkness, illuminating a familiar figure whose expression is one only of rage. Sword hefted, ready to fight, he sees who he is fighting, and-

The rage stays in place.

Fenris lowers his sword. The lyrium light swirls into nothingness. They are left in the dark, yet Fenris' eyes still flash. "Go. Now."

He does not think that Astarion has been captured, does not consider it. In that moment, he is only furious at caution wasted.