"I did," She confirms, voice quiet. Whatever his emotional reaction, she clearly has one of her own, as well. She doesn't speak for a few moments after, quietly contemplating just that. After some thought: "It was not my most popular decision." It's said in the mild tone of one who is making an understatement of a comical size. Solas had all but shaken the water and the voices right out of her.

If she thinks it's odd for a Dalish to agree with his anger, well. Maybe she mistook it for reverence, after all. Or maybe she's too polite to call him out.

"But it was the only one I could abide, and so I made it. The knowledge has been of great benefit, and the binding..." She shrugs idly. "...Mythal has yet to descend upon me and start barking orders, so until then, I imagine I'll make do." There was Flemeth, but she's not going to dredge up Morrigan's rather delicate situation. Not her story to tell.

"The voices of the well have told me much. They led me to a shrine, tucked away far from prying human eyes. They told me the words to say there, how to beseech the aid of a massive, beautiful dragon, that resided there. I did as they bid, and the dragon did as they claimed. When I fought Coryheus and his blighted dragon, she came and helped. Though she did not stick around afterwards." Like a halla--she had come when it suited her, and only then. You can't command a dragon, not without binding it, like a monster.

Wait. Was that dragon--

Hmm.