It's a small gesture, but Fenris greatly appreciates her moving the shard away. It's small moments of respect like that which are important to him, which make him in turn respect someone else.

"The shards have come in handy, I'll admit that. I've seen them seal rifts before... including the one in my house." He frowns a little, thinking of that whole situation. Blood magic, slavers, and rifts, all in the place he's again made his Kirkwall home. It's a cruel prank of fate somehow. "But I still can't entirely trust them, all the same. You're right to be concerned about that. So far, I've heard nothing about a viable means to remove them..."