Solas has been among mortals for too long to recognize the natural perspective for what it is; he blinks. Six months was enough to establish oneself— but then, was it really? Or more likely, it was just a turn of phrase.

"Alas, I did have pressing business," He says, thinking of all that had transpired while he languished in captivity, "What of yourself? Your calm is noteworthy, but do you have so little to return to?"