"She can hear and she can speak," Solas relays, moving to one side. He makes sure there is more than enough space, makes sure that he can look around and see where is flattest and most comfortable before he even considers moving down. It's only then that he bends, shifting and placing Galadriel on the ground, not moving too far away from her. He's not going to leave her, no matter what kind of space Anders needs.

He had spent so long trying to find her that the idea of being even an inch too far from her is something he cannot tolerate. It's a weakness he cannot hide, at least not right now, and he breathes out gently, eyes lifting.

"I'll do it." Let Solas be the one to be intimate with her, at least for now, and he moves, pulling the fabric away from the wound gently.