“Your continued friendship. Your trust,” he replies with ease. “I have no intention of sharing this with the whole of the Inquisition. It is enough to know you are here, and that we—” he and Galadriel “—are not alone among so many children.”

Children who wither and die before they would be considered adults in Arda.

“I would tell her, with your permission.” That, he stresses, earnest and sweet. “Or you ought to. The news will bring her as much joy as it brings me.”

She will be delighted. That conversation—if it is after Solas tells her or if he is allowed it himself—will be splendid.

“I have… several questions, however. If you would permit me to ask them.”