"An old friend?" There's an emphasis that should let Felassan know that at the very least, Beleth is aware that an old friend for Solas is not something to measured in the brief years of mortals. She turns to Felassan for a more thorough inspection. Her eyes linger wonderingly on the vallaslin, but--not the time for an interrogation on such sensitive topics.
Their stances are telling an interesting story, and she feels like she's missing the pages that make it all make sense. But the old friend--well. Confirmation that there was something unseen, unknown to her, that would shed light on her confusion.
"Thank you," This is directed to Felassan. Quick work, even on a mortal time scale, indeed. "I've always prided myself on my efficiency." That's a joke, probably. Maybe Felassan isn't the only one who thinks they're funny.
There is a softening in her eyes, however, when Solas openly calling her his heart. The look on her face could only be described as enamored. Whatever is going on here, his open declaration of his love for her still gives her a quiet thrill. It is only after this that she remembers that she's supposed to be quite miffed at him for whatever nonsense he's thrust on her and her house, and her eyes go back to being narrowed.
"Vhenan." An acknowledgement that the sentiment is returned, even if it doesn't mean that he's out of hot water. And speaking of hot water--"I'll go put on some tea. Why don't you take your old friend to the library while I get things together."
Back to Felasssan. "Well, Felassan, of clan Virnehn," Still gonna go with that, buddy? "I hope you will forgive the lackluster accommodations, I fear that we are still attempting to tame this place into something of a home. And I wasn't expecting old friends to drop by." Another pointed look at Solas. Then she nods politely to both of them and turns, trying to run her fingers through her hair and tame the curls as she walks off towards the kitchen. It isn't quite put together enough to do the cooking that an important guest calls for, but it will manage to heat the water for tea well enough.
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Their stances are telling an interesting story, and she feels like she's missing the pages that make it all make sense. But the old friend--well. Confirmation that there was something unseen, unknown to her, that would shed light on her confusion.
"Thank you," This is directed to Felassan. Quick work, even on a mortal time scale, indeed. "I've always prided myself on my efficiency." That's a joke, probably. Maybe Felassan isn't the only one who thinks they're funny.
There is a softening in her eyes, however, when Solas openly calling her his heart. The look on her face could only be described as enamored. Whatever is going on here, his open declaration of his love for her still gives her a quiet thrill. It is only after this that she remembers that she's supposed to be quite miffed at him for whatever nonsense he's thrust on her and her house, and her eyes go back to being narrowed.
"Vhenan." An acknowledgement that the sentiment is returned, even if it doesn't mean that he's out of hot water. And speaking of hot water--"I'll go put on some tea. Why don't you take your old friend to the library while I get things together."
Back to Felasssan. "Well, Felassan, of clan Virnehn," Still gonna go with that, buddy? "I hope you will forgive the lackluster accommodations, I fear that we are still attempting to tame this place into something of a home. And I wasn't expecting old friends to drop by." Another pointed look at Solas. Then she nods politely to both of them and turns, trying to run her fingers through her hair and tame the curls as she walks off towards the kitchen. It isn't quite put together enough to do the cooking that an important guest calls for, but it will manage to heat the water for tea well enough.