Pressed against him, she can take comfort in the solid, warm bulk of him, curling around her and against her in turn. She clings to him like he's the only thing stopping her from slipping into the water that curls around them, each breath deep and shuddering.

"Do not let this be one of your regrets," She tells him, voice muffled in his chest. She turns her face to the side, still leaning heavily against him. "It is not you who coined or committed the cruelty that hurts so much. You fought. You became Fen'Harel. And... you comfort me, even now. Like this. It helps more than I think I could ever explain, just having you here, and knowing that I'm not rendering myself a broken idol in your eyes."

How could she ever explain how much she appreciates that he looks at her and sees only Beleth, that she does not have to be always strong, above reproach, not to him.

Soft, violet eyes turn to look up at him. "Please, don't feel sorry for telling me the truth. It would hurt more to be lied to, for both of us." No one (well, maybe some people) would accuse Beleth of being an idiot. Solas lied. Usually by omission, and only if needed. But he never liked it.