He doesn’t finish the name, but Gwenaëlle notes it, commits the aborted syllables to memory—

“Subtlety is one of many things I don’t have in common with Solas,” would be true either way but is probably easier to say, dry, when it certainly feels like they managed more than absolutely winging this had any right to do. “I can work with that. What do you want from us?”

The dream or the dagger. They can’t give him much more than the decision, but it seems as much fairness as is available to let it be his decision.