Orla watched them leave from a balcony, a goblet of wine in her hand. She had always known the day would come, but she did not expect it so soon. Or for it to hurt so much. However, she had made a decision a long time ago. Being a priestess of Dibella meant more than just wearing Daedric Boots in bed. It was time she started living up to her reputation.
As soon as the two men had disapeared into the woods, Orla returned into the house and approached the steward.
“Roggi, I need you to do me a favour. For Hagen's sake.”

An hour after lunch the two Companions found themselves walking through the woods, pretending to look for game.
“So, you slept with my wife? Doesn't that make me the betrayed spouse?“ Farkas just shrugged. “I also slept with her husband. What does that make me?“ Hagen's eyes sparkled with mischief. “A slut maybe?“ He easily dodged the punch that was thrown at his face and caught Farkas's hand in the process. “I was just joking, relax!“
He did not, however, avoid the knee that was aimed for his groin.
“You used me, you dirty bastard!“ Farkas screamed as the other man sank onto his knees. For a few seconds he was tempted to let his anger out on the dragonborn, to just beat him to a bloody pulp, but no matter how hurt and disappointed he felt, he could not get himself to harm the other man.
He threw his hands up in frustration and punched the nearest tree. A disgusting cracking noise indicated that some of his bones shattered on the impact, but the wolf did not care. A storm of emotions raged in him. He wasn't sure whether he should fight for the man he loved, kill him, or just run away and scream. Right now he really felt like screaming. But he had already allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of Hagen once, and he had wasted no time in using that weakness against the wolf. He would not allow himself to break down in front of the other man like that again.
His thoughts, however, were cut short when a hand carefully grabbed his wrist and examined the bloody knuckles. “You really should take better care of yourself. After all, Vilkas will kick my ass if I don't take care of you.“ A blue light engulfed the injured hand, and only moments later the pain was gone, the broken skin closed, the bones healed. “Yeah, like you took care of me that night? Or a few hours ago?“
Hagen's eyes met Farkas's. “I am sorry for everything I've put you through. I really am. This... this was never supposed to go this far!“ He let his head fall in defeat and sat down on a tree stump.
“I wanted you so much... I thought once I'd have you, It would be over and I could return to my wife... love her like she deserves to be loved...“