Beleth was already prepared for yet another round of Solas trying to deny that he's worth the gentleness and kindness that she wants for him, that he was horrible and awful, etc etc. And she was already prepared to employ tactical kisses to shut him up until he agreed with her. She had it all neatly planned out.

Then the waters shift, and she hears an unfortunately recognizable voice. Mythal. She took and she took and then when she was tired, she shed Solas like a garment that was no longer in season. Fool. Witch. Undeserving. As cruel as her bondmate, just gentler about it.

And Solas lurches, then Beleth pulls herself out of her thoughts to focus on him. Her arms are around him instantly, one gently rubbing his back, the other running over his face and head. She had planned to kiss him senseless, but she pivots--soft kisses, reigning gently over his face, then she cups his face, and presses a proper one to his lips. Again and again. She can't fix it, but she can soothe. She can comfort.

"Sileal. My heart. My love. I am so sorry. You gave so much. She didn't deserve you, Sileal." And for the second time in their brief period in the water, a second emotion that she usually keeps in reserve--tears burn in her eyes. It hurts, seeing her beloved in so much pain. Being so helpless. What could she do? She was powerless in the wake of Mythal's cruelty.

"I love you. I'm sorry. You deserved better. You deserved kindness. You deserved empathy." And his body--did it still pain him? It's hard to deny that Solas having a body was...something Beleth appreciated. How else could she hold him to her, as she did now? But--could he become a spirit again? Was it possible?

She doesn't know. So she continues to murmur gently to her dear heart, holding him close to her own.