"You are free," Taas finishes for him, and then moves his hands to hold him close. Steady, but not trapping. Easy to break out of if he wanted to. Easy to lean in to, if he wanted that.

Be a rock. Be an anchor. It's what you know.

The big qunari quiets down again, just staying there as that steady comfort he promises to be. He's not going to argue with Zevran about his worth; the elf had to come to terms with that on his own.