(Just a warning to any that read this: I am horrible about keeping up with stories if I haven't played the game in awhile. Please be patient as I will update as often as I can. Also this is completely away from some of the Thedas lore, in regards to the fact that elves have all but lost their magic as well as much is not canon. If you are uncomfortable with that or any sexual references, or you just dislike Solas romance arcs, please find this as your only warning. As an added warning I have not played the last two DLCs, as I don't have a console for them so neither will be mentioned in this story at all.)
This is not how it was supposed to be.
That was the thought that filled Solas' mind as he looked up to the wound in the Veil, the Breach as those around him were calling it. People were rushing around him, taking injured that had been too far away to be killed outright by the blast to healers. Just outside the main gates of Haven a commotion was heard, the wolf within him curious and more than a little wary. He made his way through the throngs of people, reaching the center of the commotion in time to see the small form of a dark haired elven woman in the grasp of two guards. She was literally being dragged, completely unconscious and unaware of her surroundings. One was calling for the Seeker Cassandra, the tall warrior woman easily walking through the crowd to them. She turned to the crowd and shot a glare that had everyone scattering back to their various jobs, leaving him to watch Cassandra lean in to look at the woman.
"Lady Cassandra we found this woman at the center of the temple. She stepped out of the Fade itself." One man said, obviously struggling not to drop the small woman. Solas wanted to roll his eyes at the way the boy strained, knowing he could hold the frail frame better than the two holding her. He stepped forward, his senses tingling as he felt the pull of an all too familiar power. A pulse of the Breach told him more than him getting closer had, as the small woman cried out and a flash of light came from one of her hands. The man holding up her right side nearly dropped the small woman as the mark pulsed right beside his head, the action spurning Solas forward to catch her. He had no idea why he reacted the way he did, his wolf growling inside him at the fact the male had dropped the young body now resting mostly against him.
Cassandra looked at him, her eyes narrowing as he caught the elven body. "Solas you are very experienced with the Fade, are you not?"
"I am, Seeker." Solas answered as truthfully as possible, even as he waved away the other man and lifted the tinier woman into his arms. The Seeker looked at the woman in his arms then motioned for him to follow her. "Then I need you to figure out how that mark is connected to the Breach. I will send for a healer, to see if we can get her to wake faster."
Solas followed the human woman, taking a moment while he waited for Cassandra to open the Chantry doors to glance at the face of the woman he held. His wolf snarled as Solas spotted the Dalish vallaslin for Mythal on her face, the snarl surprising the Elven age. Though he had no respect for the so called "gods" he had never had his wolf react so badly to seeing the mark. He mentally shook away the confusion at his wolf's sudden reactions, deciding he would worry about it later as he continued to follow Cassandra to the basement dungeon of the Haven Chantry. His eyes narrowed some as he was motioned to place her on one of the bedrolls inside the cells, his wolf snarling at the thought of the woman being locked away. He knew his reaction came from the fact he knew she was innocent of any wrong doing, though the reaction of his wolf causing him some worry. "A cell, Seeker?"
"If that mark is connected to the Breach then I have every right to believe that the woman is a part of the attack on the Conclave. Until I am given proof otherwise she is our only suspect and will be kept away from the general populace, for her safety as well as that of those here." Cassandra told him, her voice showing she would not back down from her thought process. Solas barely stifled a sigh, knowing that he was not in a position to argue at the moment. He carefully laid the young Dalish on a bed roll, settling himself near the wall near her right hand so the healer when they appeared would not get in his way nor he in theirs.
It didn't take long before he discovered something that had guilt filling his very core. The mark was spreading with every pulse of the Breach, slowly killing the woman who lay crying out in her sleep with each shot of pain that went through her hand and arm. Cassandra, who hadn't moved from outside of the cell since he had lain the small Dalish woman down, noticed his frown and him studying the mark even closer. The sight obviously was enough to have her come into the cell, one eyebrow raised as she scowled at him. "What is it Solas?"
"The mark is spreading. Rapidly. I need to find a way to extend her time, to make the mark smaller before it kills her." came his reply, the healer beside him pausing in his examination of some of the minor wounds on her side. Solas looked to the man, Adan, and motioned to the herbs and such beside him. "Focus on her more physical wounds. She needs a mage with some skill in the Fade more than herbal remedies to save her from this."
Adan nodded quietly and went back to work, leaving Cassandra's scowl to deepen. Solas ignored her as he shifted so he and his wolf could follow the path of magic in the arm in his hands. A soft disgusted noise sounded above him before warrior left, leaving him to smile to himself. Cassandra was easy to read, used to being in charge and not liking the chaos around them. However he didn't let himself dwell on the Seeker as he motioned to catch Adan's attention. "I need to search the Fade for a way to assist her. Watch the mark and wake me if the changes become worrisome."
He didn't wait to see Adan's nod, his body shifting to lie against the wall, still holding the Dalish woman's hand in his as he closed his eyes. Cassandra may not approve of his methods but she was more willing than most to trust him, a rarity from humans he had learned.