His curiosity is something she expects, though it is more neutral than she might have predicted. She looks sidelong at him, catches his eyes and holds his gaze a moment before averting her own and looking back at the Dalish. Perhaps she truly was a fool, then, if Solas was not disturbed by this,

"Three," she says in the common tongue, forgetting herself. "Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir."

Saying their names aloud steals some strength from her--the thought of them, of their fates, and of how they parted, is enough to stop her talking. She is silent a moment as the sense of melancholy passes and then? Then she is granted a wonderful new freedom. She can share her family with Solas and the very idea has joy welling in her.

"They were my light in this life. There were none more beautiful to me and I embarrassed them terribly with my regard, of that I am certain," she explains, her voice fond and tone light, eager to share now that the threat of rejection has passed. "It is a pity none of them had children, I have always adored children, but their mother had only them and we could not bare to have another ourselves. Her passing was a dreadful burden on us both."