Felassan has watched the tail end of his approach with a faintly friendly smile that's served as a base for an entire series of muted microexpressions. Surprise at seeing him — at all, and then looking like this — tucked into an eyebrow twitch. Confusion and calculation in the shift of his attention from Solas to their surroundings, as if to confirm whether anyone else can even see him, if they know what he is, if they care. A touch of wariness, but not too much. Not half an hour ago, he'd been ready for this. The only reason he isn't now is that he doesn't know what is going on and would prefer to find out.
"We were just talking."
On his knees. Back turned. Mid sentence. The weight and trembling and spinning that preceded his arrival had made him think, ah ha, this is death. But he didn't expect death to have much after it, and certainly not Solas.
His tone is less an argument, more a question. What.
hiya! (also recording for posterity that that should have been "comfortable enough")
Felassan has watched the tail end of his approach with a faintly friendly smile that's served as a base for an entire series of muted microexpressions. Surprise at seeing him — at all, and then looking like this — tucked into an eyebrow twitch. Confusion and calculation in the shift of his attention from Solas to their surroundings, as if to confirm whether anyone else can even see him, if they know what he is, if they care. A touch of wariness, but not too much. Not half an hour ago, he'd been ready for this. The only reason he isn't now is that he doesn't know what is going on and would prefer to find out.
"We were just talking."
On his knees. Back turned. Mid sentence. The weight and trembling and spinning that preceded his arrival had made him think, ah ha, this is death. But he didn't expect death to have much after it, and certainly not Solas.
His tone is less an argument, more a question. What.