“I love it,” Hawke said earnestly. “But why so nervous? It's perfect. I can use it to kill people and it's beautiful. Like you,” Hawke concluded.

Fenris's eyes rolled so hard that Hawke was pretty sure that he could see another universe. “Flatterer” A moment passed. “I have worn your favor for all these years. Do you know why I wore it initially?”

Hawke shook his head. His heart still ached, even after all these years, thinking about how much it hurt to let Fenris walk away. But the favor — the red scrap and the crest — had given him hope that he hasn't completely ruined everything. It had been a quiet reassurance that Hawke, for all his failures, hadn't failed at this.

“I wanted to let you know that I felt the same way. That I still cared for you. And this bracelet now…” Fenris pulled the matching piece of leather and carefully wrapped it on the same wrist that had the original red cloth. “It is a promise to you, Hawke. That as long as I wear your favors and this bracelet, that I will always be yours. That I will live by your side and fight in your battles and sleep in your bed. There is nowhere I would rather be.”