Well, she certainly wouldn't have objected to a kiss, but she moves at his behest, and dutifully closes her eyes when he begins speaking. She loved his stories, always, but there is something different about him not merely sharing a memory witnessed within the Fade, but a story from his own life, something beautiful that he had seen, and is now sharing with her.
And the picture that he paints her is beautiful.
She tries to picture it, thinks she has the basic idea, though she's sure it's even more beautiful in his memory. A place that was free, and glorious, where art and beauty were held above all, where you had time to think beyond survival. There is a yearning there, deep in her soul, that has possibly always been there, from the moment she took her first breath.
"I wish I had been there with you." Her voice is quiet, hands coming up to lay over Solas' own. "I wish I had seen these wonders with you. Walked by your side through the gardens. Created art with you. You could laugh at my terrible poetry, then lecture me on how to do it right."
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And the picture that he paints her is beautiful.
She tries to picture it, thinks she has the basic idea, though she's sure it's even more beautiful in his memory. A place that was free, and glorious, where art and beauty were held above all, where you had time to think beyond survival. There is a yearning there, deep in her soul, that has possibly always been there, from the moment she took her first breath.
"I wish I had been there with you." Her voice is quiet, hands coming up to lay over Solas' own. "I wish I had seen these wonders with you. Walked by your side through the gardens. Created art with you. You could laugh at my terrible poetry, then lecture me on how to do it right."