[Fenris slides his back down the tree until he is sitting. He tilts his head up, staring at the sky.]

You have a terrible bedside manner. No wonder the only place they'll take you is Darktown.

Just give me another potion. It served well enough. [The flaw in that plan -- clear to both of them -- is that they are still far from Kirkwall, the sun is setting, and Fenris is not able to walk much faster than an old man.]