Enough energy for a laugh, enough energy for a joke. "It's worth the risk."

Fenris leans into Astarion's touch, happier in that moment than he thought he ever would be again.

"I'm too tired to hurt you," he clarifies. He's been this tired before, and he knows how he sleeps afterward. Like a dead thing, Hadriana had said. And now, where is he? Where is she?

Fenris rises from the water, searching for a towel. His expression is kind with fatigue, a fond smile.