She has always thought Solas handsome, even when it was a simple mental acknowledgement to the attractiveness of an acquaintance. The feeling intensified as her interest grew. It was...odd, almost, to compare his bearings then, and now, and try to find a favorite. Both were her beloved.

Her own changes are more subtle, suitable for a person who has simply aged with the passing of time. She carries herself with a quiet confidence that is no longer born of desperate bravado, intent on trying to assure everyone she has everything handled. She simply does, now.

Except. In this instance, perhaps.

For as she turns to greet him, a smile already warming her face, she finds there is one thing about Solas' appearance that she is not enjoying.

She doesn't ask what happened, he is not a man prone to accidents. There was violence inflicted upon him, and his nonchalance tells her that he felt it was not undeserved--as well as the fact that he had not levelled a nearby building in the ensuing fight. Unless he has been remarkably busy in the time they've been here, he would be hard pressed to inspire such justified anger in such a short time. The likeliest solution is that there is someone else from Thedas here.

Unfortunately, the list of people who would be disinclined to creating such a vivid bruise upon him is smaller than the other side.

"Solas." Her tone is parts exasperated and worried, as she cups his face (careful to use her natural hand), fingers gentle as they examine him. "We should head back. I'll find something to put on that." She presses her lips together. "I found a request for gathering... Mushrooms? But they can wait."