He's hurt. She's hurt him, more surely than if she had pointed her bow at him and loosened it. Though she's sure that Solas would agree that words could be as poisonous as the arrows she wielded. Through barbed words or barbed arrow, what mattered was that shattered expression on his face. She yearned to offer comfort, taking a few steps forward-- but there was more that must be said.
"We told you the truth, Vhenan. That you are not beyond saving. That you don't need to keep doing this. That you deserve forgiveness." It has less power behind it when it's just her. None of the others, with their own words and the power behind them. No Mythal to release him from his binding. Just her. Standing there, in the cold, so close to him. "I know it is not an easy thing for you, to believe these words. But they are true, and after much...debate," She gives a little motion with her hand. He can guess at the arguments that took place. "The discussion was concluded."
How was that even possible? She knew time worked oddly within the Fade, but they seemed to have been pulled from it. And she'd never heard of this, of someone having lost time they had spent alert and conscious. Solas seemed as lost as she was, and if he was confused, then it seemed the idea behind it beyond her knowledge indeed. It was, however, the piece that fit this puzzle that had confounded her, however little she understood the ability. Solas had not been expecting her, because as far as he was aware, she was still unraveling the mess the gods had made of southern Thedas. He had not had the counsel of the others, had not agreed to bind himself, and to leave with her.
"My memory goes slightly further than yours, it seems. My last action was telling you that we would be journeying together, when you left. To... soothe the blight?" Not that she had any idea what that meant. She hadn't worried, at the time. "You argued, of course. But you found my counter argument very convincing." Even with the somberness she felt, the conflicting emotions, the worry and frustration, she couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips, as she recalled the feel of them against his. "And then, your hand in mine," She reached her hand out, offering. "We left."
"Vir shiral malasa, bellanaris."
Maybe it was stupid. As far as Solas was concerned, he hadn't seen her, hadn't agreed with her, hadn't left with her. But at the least, even if he didn't take her hand, even if he turned away again, she knew he would hear in her voice the sincerity. He would know that she had left with him, that she meant what she had said. Where he went, she would follow.
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"We told you the truth, Vhenan. That you are not beyond saving. That you don't need to keep doing this. That you deserve forgiveness." It has less power behind it when it's just her. None of the others, with their own words and the power behind them. No Mythal to release him from his binding. Just her. Standing there, in the cold, so close to him. "I know it is not an easy thing for you, to believe these words. But they are true, and after much...debate," She gives a little motion with her hand. He can guess at the arguments that took place. "The discussion was concluded."
How was that even possible? She knew time worked oddly within the Fade, but they seemed to have been pulled from it. And she'd never heard of this, of someone having lost time they had spent alert and conscious. Solas seemed as lost as she was, and if he was confused, then it seemed the idea behind it beyond her knowledge indeed. It was, however, the piece that fit this puzzle that had confounded her, however little she understood the ability. Solas had not been expecting her, because as far as he was aware, she was still unraveling the mess the gods had made of southern Thedas. He had not had the counsel of the others, had not agreed to bind himself, and to leave with her.
"My memory goes slightly further than yours, it seems. My last action was telling you that we would be journeying together, when you left. To... soothe the blight?" Not that she had any idea what that meant. She hadn't worried, at the time. "You argued, of course. But you found my counter argument very convincing." Even with the somberness she felt, the conflicting emotions, the worry and frustration, she couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips, as she recalled the feel of them against his. "And then, your hand in mine," She reached her hand out, offering. "We left."
"Vir shiral malasa, bellanaris."
Maybe it was stupid. As far as Solas was concerned, he hadn't seen her, hadn't agreed with her, hadn't left with her. But at the least, even if he didn't take her hand, even if he turned away again, she knew he would hear in her voice the sincerity. He would know that she had left with him, that she meant what she had said. Where he went, she would follow.