She wandered into the atrium, tense, after Cullen revealed to her he had stopped taking lyrium. She trusted him implicitly, but she still worried. Solas glanced over at her seeing the stress woven into her face, but didn't ask, and returned to pondering the empty space slated for the next part of his mural. She leaned up against his desk and watched him for a long moment
"Solas," she spoke up
"Vhenan?" he says almost reverently turning to face her
"tell me more of your journeys in the fade" she looked at him eyes pleading for distraction
"what would you know vhenan" he says, walking over and taking her hands in his
"tell me of old ruins" she spouts off the first thing that comes to mind
She closes her eyes as he spun a tale of dwarven ruins, shaken open by an earthquake, losing herself in the details, feeling his hands on hers. Before she knows it he pulls away quickly, always so quickly and returns to studying the blank wall. She sighs, and throws him one lingering glance before heading into the throne room, her throne room, to return to being the Inquisitor.
