Anger and... what? Anders couldn't help his sudden ravenous curiosity, but he didn't have to indulge it. Why should he care what Fenris really thought of him? It didn't matter to him at all.

"Well, then I am... glad, that will certainly make this easier." Anders sighed, allowing his eyes to rest closed. There were dark circles etched there, his skin pale over the sharp cut of his cheek.

"I... am sorry I could not come sooner. I had little of my own coin, and my efforts were... somewhat solitary," he took no pleasure in relaying the grim news. "I wish I could have stopped Hawke from letting that bastard take you."