Trap…
“So, is that the last of them?” Luna inquired as she cooled down her hands from a raging inferno.
“Just a minute,” Isabela yelled back, finishing a nasty backstab on an unsuspecting opponent.
“There.” She happily stated while cleaning the blood off her daggers on one of the fallen enemy’s cloths.
"Good.” Luna smiled. “We should check if there's anything else here worth our time" Her eyes grazed over the area until something caught her eye.
"Oh shiny!" She beamed as she ran to a chest seemingly sparkling in her vision. However Varric's eyes shifted to something in Luna's path, and he streched his arm out trying to stop her.
"Hawke wait, it’s a-" But the snap of the mechanism cut the warning short, as did the spike that flew through the air hitting Luna in the abdomen. The sheer power behind it knocked her into a wall, but she still managed to stand. Shaken, she hardly noticed anything until she brought her hand to the injury then glanced at the blood on her hand. All at once, everything fell into place.
“Bloody...hell...” She whispered as she fell to the ground.
“Hawke!” A mixed of astonished voices echoed as they all ran towards her.
"You'll be ok right?" Varric asked. "You can just heal yourself."
Luna nervously chuckled. "Uh, I have really studied up on that yet."
Fenris looked at her in disbelief. "What kind of a fool Mage doesn’t even know a basic healing spell?"
Jokingly Luna pointed to herself. "This one appearently. Besides Bethany picked up on it first...I was just more 'destructive' I guess." she half smiled, a bit embarrassed.
"Figures." Fenris scoffed.
Luna's eyes narrowed. "Are we really going to have this argument...while there's a SPIKE in my waist!?" Fenris started to say something but realized now wasn't the time. Instead, he just cursed under his breah.
“Wait, can’t you do your magical fisting thing.” Isabela asked.
Fenris shook his head. “Not without the possibility of damaging something in the process.” Then his voice grew grimmer. “Also if I try, she may bleed out.”
“Then we need to get her to Anders.” Varric said, his voice growing more worried.
“Good thing we’re close to Darktown, huh?” Luna wearily joked.
“Well for someone who’s slowly dying, you’re in good spirits.” Isabela smiled.
"I blame it on the blood loss." Luna smirked. "Alright, let's just go."
Much to Luna's surprise Fenris picked her up, intending to carry her the rest of the way. She looked at him confused.
"You do know I can still walk?"
"I'd rather not take the chance of you stepping on anything else." his voice was a mixture of caring annoyance which only caused Luna to roll her eyes.
"Oh my knight in shining armor, you do care." her cynical attitude was becoming hard to tolerate.
“Contrary to your sarcasm, I do. How could you have fallen into a trap so easily?” Fenris masked his concern with frustration.
Luna realized that her tone was misplaced. Fenris was only trying to look out for her, but in her frustration and pain, she threw it back in his face. Her snarky demeanor began to fade, along with her voice as she started to lose consciousness. She slowly rested her head on his shoulder.
“I dunno," She whispered. "I fell into yours a few years back, I have no regrets so far."
Looking back on it Fenris softly smiled, quickening his pace to the clinic.
"Nor do I."