He sees her coming and winces a little at her expression. Ah, yes, now they've really been caught. Solas is already opening his mouth to greet her in turn when shemassan penetrates the cringing panic like an unexpected blow. Helplessly, he turns away, struggling to control his face, to not laugh because— of course, of course they've met. And of course Beleth already has the depth of Felassan, enough even to mock him, though she may know nearly nothing about him at all.

Don't laugh. Do not laugh. Breathe. There you go. Alright, then: dignity.

"Vhenan," He says, not quite able to mask the good humor in his tone, "I see that you have met Felassan: he is an old friend. Lethallin, this is Beleth Lavellan, formerly of the Inquisition."

He knows 'vhenan' will already have given all pretense away, but he hesitates, casting a weather eye over Felassan's wary pose. No, it is better to be sure, and though he is leery of the impact the truth has, he cannot deny it. All of Thedas knows what they are to one another.

"She is my heart."

And anyways, he might as well hand Felassan something to hold over him. He cannot say it hasn't been earned.