"She is all the future I could hope for," Solas says, and despite the tightness in his throat, the words come easily, and soft. As difficult as it is to think of Mythal, let alone to speak of her, speaking of Beleth is as sweet and easy as a warm rain, "I never thought in all of Thedas there would ever be anyone who could draw my attention from the Fade. But I found myself returning her feelings with no regard for anything but... happiness."

He knows he should feel guilty for it, should be crushed by the stupidity, the memory of betrayal, but this one regret he cherishes more dearly than any victory. The way she had smiled at him, flushed and bright-eyed and lovely, that day? It would live in him forever.

"Thank you, my friend, for seeing me. I do not claim the titles my brethren among the Evanuris once did: whatever comparisons some may make, I am no god. But what blessings Fen'Harel can offer you, are yours for the taking."