"Yes," He says, bitter and bare. Denying it is impossible, and he has no desire to, "It was not my intention. But he went for the dagger at the worst possible moment. Should I have been more gentle, with the door opening to Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan even as we struggled? Do you think I should be kinder to you, my jailer? Thrown myself on your mercy?"

He steps back, his eyes sharp on her while he's reaching up to— ah, his face was tender. Yes indeed, that would not heal easily of its own accord, "You have freed a captive of two in your own time. Would you ever have let me free, without the deception?"

Her assassin not least of all. Solas backs away another careful step, straightening to seek some grasp on dignity. But of course she would focus on the violence of the loss of the veil; she had no idea what newborn possibilities awaited beyond those birthing pains, and would not even try.