Beleth's first instinct is to try whisking him away somewhere else, somewhere private. This is not an admittance she wants anyone else to hear, to know that Solas is so vulnerable. This place has taken her enchanted items save her arm, wisely perhaps, as she would have been tempted to level all she had at her jailers, to secure her freedom. But that was all that could be taken from her--items.

But to disconnect a mage from the Fade--a shiver rushes up her spine, and she bats away Solas' hand. But instead of continuing to fuss over his bruise, both hands move to hold him, pull him to her. The fear of Tranquility has plagued so many mages (and maybe other, older beings, but let's not dwell on that), and the idea it could be done to him...

But he is himself. She clings tightly to him. Some fists flying, she can understand, even if she would rather it didn't happen. The idea of them robbing her of not just her beloved, but what made him him terrified her. That, she would fight.

"The task I picked involves only swimming, and collecting mushrooms. It should be safe. If there is anything... I'll deal with it, alright? And if anyone else tries throwing fists, I will see if I can't convince them otherwise." Words, she has, at least. "Who was it? If you wish to tell." She has no plans to visit revenge on the attacker, but perhaps they would agree to keep distance.