Would he. No, he wouldn't. Felassan admits this with a small shake of his head, uninterested in turning it into a joke in the face of that plaintive tone. The rest of it he listens to without response, picking crumbs from the hearth cake to eat a pinch at a time. These are the right things to say. That he's free. That he's justified. That he could go make other friends — though that's what got them into this trouble in the first place. Still the right things to say. Felassan watches Solas steadily while he says them.

"Why didn't you hear me out?"