Solas is transfixed, caught and pinned, until the tableau fades away into the water. The breath he sucks in is pained, and he has to breathe for several heaving seconds before he can parse what it is that Barcus has said.

"I... am fine," He says, unconvincingly, and then backs himself up until he can find a ledge at the edge of the pool, and drop onto it. A memory, only a memory, "I have not thought of that moment, for a very long time."

It was an unpleasant memory, one of Solas' deepest regrets, and yet it was not the memory itself that had shocked him. Mythal's face, just as she had been... For a single horrifying heartbeat it had seemed so real, and he had balked.

"Give me a moment, I—" He might be sick, "...You must have questions."