It is hard to hear that the woman you have entered into something with - something undefined, and Solas is aware of it, no claim to her even with the intimacies they have shared and the tenderness between them. The conversation has never turned itself to discussing what they are to one another, what they mean to each other, what their tenderness and warmth should lead to. It has been something that has happened slowly, naturally, welcomed, but...
He has no right to demand that she explain herself to him, no right to suggest that she ought to do or say something based on what they've shared. Solas is the one who is going to tear this world asunder and she welcomes it - she is the one who has lived a life of centuries long before she had ever heard his name. Solas would never assume that he had any right to her, nor she to him; they live in a world where their pasts are as important as their futures.
Walking with her is easy. He allows her to speak, to express what is laying on her heart without pause. There's an ache to him, he thinks, but - but. Solas had never asked for this, and neither had she.
"No. I did not ask." He walks and walks, without pause, allowing himself to move at her side, facing forward. Relaxed, as much as he can be. He has no right to give her ire, but surely, he thinks, this is something that ought to have been said. So that he might have prepared himself for it. "It must be a bond of great strength, to have lasted so long and so surely."
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He has no right to demand that she explain herself to him, no right to suggest that she ought to do or say something based on what they've shared. Solas is the one who is going to tear this world asunder and she welcomes it - she is the one who has lived a life of centuries long before she had ever heard his name. Solas would never assume that he had any right to her, nor she to him; they live in a world where their pasts are as important as their futures.
Walking with her is easy. He allows her to speak, to express what is laying on her heart without pause. There's an ache to him, he thinks, but - but. Solas had never asked for this, and neither had she.
"No. I did not ask." He walks and walks, without pause, allowing himself to move at her side, facing forward. Relaxed, as much as he can be. He has no right to give her ire, but surely, he thinks, this is something that ought to have been said. So that he might have prepared himself for it. "It must be a bond of great strength, to have lasted so long and so surely."