She seemed briefly unwilling to approach, as though he'd snap at her again, but then she stepped toward him. "It's all right." No, perhaps it wasn't. She wasn't angry with him, though, and she didn't want to give the impression that she was. But seeing him murder his former master's apprentice after he'd promised not to...

Would he one day do the same for her?

Some part of her hoped that if she ever became like Hadriana in any way, that he would be able to. It was a twisted reason but Fenris, unlike the others, knew the dangers magic presented. She could rely on him to do what had to be done.

"I didn't know where you went. I was worried." She felt foolish for admitting it now, knowing Fenris could take care of himself better than most. But it had weighed on her mind.