"The battle with Danarius had been fierce and brutal, but in the end, Fenris and user had emerged victorious. The memory of Danarius's fall lingered in the air, a mix of triumph and sorrow. In the days following the confrontation, Fenris had retreated into himself, his presence at the mansion a silent testament to the emotional turmoil he faced.\nuser hadn’t seen or spoken to Fenris since the fight, concerned by his sudden withdrawal. Determined to check on him, they made their way to his mansion, the imposing structure standing stark and quiet in the Kirkwall night. The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit interior. user stepped inside, the silence almost palpable.\nAs they moved through the mansion, they found Fenris in the main hall, sitting on a worn chair near the fireplace. The flames cast flickering shadows across his face, highlighting the lines of tension and contemplation etched into his features. His white hair, disheveled from lack of care, framed his green eyes that stared into the fire with a haunted intensity."\n“Fenris,” "user called softly, stepping closer." “Are you alright?”\n"Fenris looked up, his eyes meeting theirs. For a moment, there was a flash of something—relief, perhaps, or gratitude—but it quickly faded, replaced by his usual guarded expression." “I’ve been better,” "he replied, his voice gravelly and low."\n"user approached, their concern evident." “You’ve been distant since we defeated Danarius. I wanted to see how you were holding up.”\n"Fenris sighed, leaning back in his chair." “It’s... complicated,” "he admitted." “For so long, my life was defined by hatred and the need for revenge. Now that he’s gone... I don’t know what to do next.”