"If you are there," Fenris adds. He wants to make his position clear-- he is here for Astarion, and him only. At first it had been... different, Fenris had wondered what life could be made in this new world. Now it doesn't matter. Astarion needs his aid, and he needs Astarion.

And Astarion, in this moment, seems to need some reassurance that sharp metal fingers cannot give.

Fenris finishes eating. "What is our goal? Ultimately. Or do you prefer to act the nomad?"