"He does that to me, too." She tells Felassan idly, because she ought to say something, even as she's taking in what they said. "Told someone that I was his associate. He stopped after I told him that associates get to sleep on the couch--And don't apologize, Solas. You've stopped it."
Even as she's preemptively scolding her heart, her mind is pouring over what is said, and not said. That he was close enough for Solas to bring him here unprompted, that his body language was so loose and relaxed around a man she had never heard of, called him an old friend, as she had noted, spoke volumes. Felassan had confirmed nebulous suspicions, and Solas pins them down.
That is what has been said. Solas speaks of differing viewpoints, and not the end of them. Tensions between them, that were his fault. You can't chase someone for ten years and not see what they are capable of, over and over. Following a breadcrumb trail of corpses. Solas had warned her, that she would not want to see the monster he'd become.
She would've gone to his side, anyway.
"Thank you for telling me." She will have to think more on what has been implied. What she has been told without saying the words, as Solas so often does.
Felassan's little quip about being charming and indomitable--here she throws a fond glance at Solas--leaves a smile starting to flicker to her face, before it fades, and she stares into her tea cup, a mood settling over her.
"I did not save Thedas from him." She corrects, feeling suddenly quite distant. Had they not had enough arguments to prove that she cannot dissuade him, not by herself? "I saved him from Thedas." There's a brief pause, a decision being reached. "People had come to oppose him and his machinations, of course. They made plans--a trap fit for a Dread Wolf." She had seen it--the false dagger held aloft, a near perfect replica. "All I did was beg for a chance to convince him to see reason."
Her expression turns to Felassan. The simmering anger is gone, at least, replaced by something harder to wave aside. "He doesn't remember it, of course," Because why would her life be made any easier? "and it took several women to all scold him simultaneously, but we did do it. They were all prepared to set the trap, if we hadn't."
They. She had refused to aid--but had not opposed. "And I told them to make sure there was room for two." Eternity in Solas' prison would have been an unpleasant ending, but she would have born it, even so.
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Even as she's preemptively scolding her heart, her mind is pouring over what is said, and not said. That he was close enough for Solas to bring him here unprompted, that his body language was so loose and relaxed around a man she had never heard of, called him an old friend, as she had noted, spoke volumes. Felassan had confirmed nebulous suspicions, and Solas pins them down.
That is what has been said. Solas speaks of differing viewpoints, and not the end of them. Tensions between them, that were his fault. You can't chase someone for ten years and not see what they are capable of, over and over. Following a breadcrumb trail of corpses. Solas had warned her, that she would not want to see the monster he'd become.
She would've gone to his side, anyway.
"Thank you for telling me." She will have to think more on what has been implied. What she has been told without saying the words, as Solas so often does.
Felassan's little quip about being charming and indomitable--here she throws a fond glance at Solas--leaves a smile starting to flicker to her face, before it fades, and she stares into her tea cup, a mood settling over her.
"I did not save Thedas from him." She corrects, feeling suddenly quite distant. Had they not had enough arguments to prove that she cannot dissuade him, not by herself? "I saved him from Thedas." There's a brief pause, a decision being reached. "People had come to oppose him and his machinations, of course. They made plans--a trap fit for a Dread Wolf." She had seen it--the false dagger held aloft, a near perfect replica. "All I did was beg for a chance to convince him to see reason."
Her expression turns to Felassan. The simmering anger is gone, at least, replaced by something harder to wave aside. "He doesn't remember it, of course," Because why would her life be made any easier? "and it took several women to all scold him simultaneously, but we did do it. They were all prepared to set the trap, if we hadn't."
They. She had refused to aid--but had not opposed. "And I told them to make sure there was room for two." Eternity in Solas' prison would have been an unpleasant ending, but she would have born it, even so.