He does it cautiously at first, when they’re together and alone. She pretends not to notice that he’ll look up from his own book and lean back on the couch, arcing his neck enough so that he can see what she reads. It is a prideful thing, she thinks. He has come so far, and yet he is frustrated that it is not enough. Two years ago, he couldn’t read his own name on a page. Now he can write entire notes to her (and does with great frequency, as he knows she will not mock his unsteady penmanship.)
It’s the same pride that keeps Hawke from just putting the book between them, so they both may read it. It is another of Varric’s serials, a lesser known work than Hard in Hightown, but still quite good. Varric is, however, quite verbose and varied in his writing. There are words that she is unsure Fenris has come across in his own reading.
The dictionary lays open on the table for a reason, after all. And for Satinalia, she plans to gift him one of his own, something Isabela found in Ostwick with a great number of Tevene words added to the common tongue.
It surprises her when Fenris’ shoulder brushes her own, that he’s gotten this close. His own book is closed, forgotten.
She looks over at him, where he is mouthing the words. It helps him, with newer vocabulary, to read it aloud. He is well-spoken, after all. Many words are a mystery, but only because he has never had reason to hear them.
"Would you like to read this to me?" she asks, voice soft. Her finger is on the corner of the page.
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