As she listens wearily, Sina's eyes shift in and out of focus. An elven mage. 'Like me', she mouths, to no one in particular. But he's tall, and bald. And wanders the Fade.
She finds that her eyes are closing, and she doesn't stop them. It takes so much effort to stay awake, to have a conversation, even if it's just one person talking to her. She's on the shore of that enormous ocean again, the one she nearly drowned in, but now sits safely on the beach. She looks across its vastness and sees nothing, no one. She is alone here, but that isn't a bad thing. On some level, she remains aware that Cole is nearby, and between his presence and the lapping of the waves she is able to find comfort.

Solas.