It's impossible for Solas to reign himself in when buttons are pressed and the nature of Dalish heritage and history is one of the things that he cannot, for a moment, begin to ignore. It hurts him to think about the lies and untruths that those people have spread for decades, clinging to ideals that are wrong and refusing to listen, even for a moment, about what their true history is. They are ignorant, in his mind, and foolish, leaving themselves open for all the criticism the world has to offer.

At the same time it's obvious that, perhaps, he had let himself go too far; Thranduil will be all the more curious about what he has seen in the Fade, the memories that haunt him even now, and he cannot let too much slip before his plans have begun to be put into motion. He has to be more careful, and Solas berates himself for being so foolish that he cannot wrap himself around the idea of being calm. His emotions got the better of him, which is rare indeed.

Slowly, carefully, he breathes out, shaking his head and waving his hand carefully.

"No, thank you. It is something incredibly dear to me and my frustration got the better of me. I'll have to beg your forgiveness in this instance, my friend."