She decides to pocket this discussion, for now: She'll argue with him about it another day. His wounds are old and poisoned by more impressive women than she. But she'll draw the poison out and she will fix them, and she will see him happy again. It isn't just confidence in himself that she bares: She is sure that, given enough time here, she will meet the ends of her designs. But a wound can't be closed in one day, and it has been a long day.

Another time. She'll get to it. They have that time, here or back home. The world does not matter, she will soothe the pain in Solas' eyes. There is no room for another option.

"I will, Solas. You've fought for so long. I will lead you to peace." She fetches the sack of mushrooms (and tucks a few of them into her pocket. They will not be missed), and hefts it on her shoulder. "I think the first step will be turning this quest in. Then we can see about finding a place to stay."