"A shame. I have no doubt that she has been gifted with many that she could tell," He says, mild under her gentle reprimand. Mythal's fragment. Lavellan's tale of his supposed redemption. It still seems so remote and impossible to him. Nothing was ever that easy.
Her smile is balm against all things, both confusion and reproach. He takes the flare and, following her example, secures it to his wrist. And then there is nothing left but to consider the plunge.
He doesn't like it. That dark water, the possibility of predators, and no way beyond murky eyesight to see where they are in it all, and even less capability of defending themselves. He misses his fade-senses more with every passing moment, anxiety living in his breast like a living thing, claws and all. Solas is afraid, truly afraid, and this is the only way out: to go through.
"Your arm," He says, abruptly recognizing another source of difficulty, and of guilt, "You wear it to swim? The design is... very clever."
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Her smile is balm against all things, both confusion and reproach. He takes the flare and, following her example, secures it to his wrist. And then there is nothing left but to consider the plunge.
He doesn't like it. That dark water, the possibility of predators, and no way beyond murky eyesight to see where they are in it all, and even less capability of defending themselves. He misses his fade-senses more with every passing moment, anxiety living in his breast like a living thing, claws and all. Solas is afraid, truly afraid, and this is the only way out: to go through.
"Your arm," He says, abruptly recognizing another source of difficulty, and of guilt, "You wear it to swim? The design is... very clever."