[Fenris can't help the small chuckle that leaves him because he can hear Astarion say it. Honestly, he would be more surprised if Astarion said something differently from that. It suits the elf.]

Good, then you will be able to treat yourself should anything happen.. I do not know any magics, though I am good at first aid should it become necessary.

[Pulling out a dagger, he pauses at the sink to wash the blade, not wanting to take any risks with his lover's health, before he offers the pummel first.]

Unless you wish me to do it.