Fenris's voice is warmed, to see Astarion so restored. He watches him placidly, trying to save this moment in his memory, frame it against the harder times that will no doubt face them.

"I would call you an almost indestructibly hardy creature," Fenris says lightly, "if I did not know you would pretend to be offended. Who did you pickpocket; need I keen an eye out for them?"