It isn't often that he witnesses a stranger relax upon seeing him. Though that little mystery is solved before it can take hold of him when she says his name. Fenris' brows furrow and he frowns slightly, more than a little confused now.

Is it possible that word of who he is has reached the Gallows? He knows Varric put him in a book, but this woman doesn't look like a haggard apostate wearing the same worn robes from when she fled the Circle. If she has come from Kirkwall as he remembers it, then the book hasn't been written yet. He wants to ask, but as her situation seems more pressing, he decides to attend to it first.

"There is a world called Wonderland," his lip curls as he says the word, clearly finding no wonder in it. "Magic exists here in abundance. It is that which brought you here. As it has brought others from Kirkwall." A normal man would stop here. Fenris just continues on. "I cannot claim that this world is free of danger, but I can say that there is no immediate thread to you now."