He will always worry. That path is a furrow dug deeper in his mind than even the one she so deftly soothes, the brush of her hair a brief tickle against his ears as she leans in to kiss away the offense. Rather than allow her to return to her former pose, he wraps his arms around Beleth, holding her there against him for a moment's comfort. Like this, with her on her knees and he just below her, their differences seem momentarily irrelevant, and the drying warmth of her skin is enticingly smooth.

Solas breathes of the salt-smell of the cavern's seawater, and tries to be calm. It is difficult.

"You humble me, Vhenan," He says quietly, looking up at her with worshipful hope lying bare in his eyes. If only he could embody her vision of him in truth, "That I still carry your confidence in me is more than I deserve."