During the rest of their travels, before arriving to the next town, they talked about the false Gods. She pointed out that if the false Gods would continue their reign, the balance would tip over and the people and Thedas itself would be the first to feel the effects. The people gave them power by passing trust and thoughts to them, not knowing that when they grew stronger, the hungrier they would become. An insatiable thirst derived from the ego. Solas asked her if it was better to 'dispose of' them, to which she shook her head. She told him that even though some would probably see it as a blessing, others would not. With powerful people there will always be loyal followers to ensue or even corrupted ones, they would not look favourably upon it and seek revenge. With such revenge, there are for certain innocent bystanders to come into the crossfire by mistake and the people who knew the victims would in turn seek vengeance themselves. A never-ending cycle of hate, revenge and death. She told him that the false Gods were at the moment too strong, but she believed that if the focus was more on only one, then that God would grow stronger and be the one to put the other Gods in place if they were to become too 'rowdy'.

-"Is it safe to guess that I already know who you wish that person to be?"

To which she only replied back with a smile.

As they were slowly approaching the city, "Mythal" put her hands on her shoulders as if she was grabbing something in the air and when she pulled up her hands, a cloak appeared and the hood that manifested in her hands was now gently put over her head. She caught him staring at her.

-"Maaaaagic" she said with a smile and he could hear her soft laughter as she kept on walking ahead of him. He pursued shortly after.

"Mythal" kept her cloak on and never showed her ears. They helped as much as they possibly could in the town and left after a few hours. During that time, she only introduced herself as a friend of the male companion she was traveling with. Solas was aware of the whispers taking their flight behind their back. Whispers of the mystery of their identities. Most of them were correct, about the two of them, even the woman faking her background. He could however not deny her earnest and sincere wish to help these people. She picked up the items for the elderly when they dropped it, she removed the Vallaslin from the youngsters and middle aged, joyfully hugging the children back when being jumped at and never once changed her happy smile into one of distress. He could, however, tell something was on her mind when she kept looking away, even though it was for a short second or two.

He later saw a chance to visit the real Mythal. His companion told him that she would stay put until he returned. When he met Mythal he told her of what had happened and asked her the favour to stay away from the rest of the Gods. Mythal was not exactly pleased with this, but the situation peeked her curiosity. It was also a harmless favour and in return he promised her that she would get to meet her 'impersonator' at a later time. After returning back, he explained roughly what he had told the real Mythal.

After leaving, he kept a closer watch on her. She was looking ahead, humming. From time to time she would stop and simply stare for a couple of seconds before continuing with her humming. It was evident to him that she wasn't aware of her own odd behavior.
The sun was about to set when they came across a small, oblong hut meant for weary travelers. Inside were a limited cooking area to the left, a cabinet on the right that contained blankets, six beds in total with three of them along each side and a fireplace in the middle at the end of the hut.

He looked at "Mythal" and he saw that her line of direction was towards the beds.

-"Do you want to rest at once?" he asked to which she let out a heavy sigh. Her words that came next was something he did not anticipate.

-"I'm scared to fall asleep"

-"Is it because of me?"

-"No... because of me" she replied and looked at him with a worried expression.

-"Why?"

Another sigh.

-"What if... I disappear? Go back to where I came from?"

-"Why would you have these worries now? Nothing has happened so far... unless..." his words trailed out and a certain memory of an elderly couple asking "Mythal" to rest started to emerge. He turned his head to look at "Mythal", who had her eyes turned towards him and whom now shifted her gaze to the other side and discreetly turned her head away while observing first the roof then the rest of her surroundings.

-"Magic?" he asked with a sliver of teasing in his voice.

She turned abruptly around and put up her fists in front of her face only to open them in a slow wave while spreading her fingers out.

-"Maaaagic" she said with glee, followed by a chuckle. She shook her head shortly after.

-"During the nights I would only shut my eyes" she said and looked back at the beds.

He gave her a slight push on her back and when she looked up at him, he told her to get some rest. She nodded and went to get the middle bed on the right side. He went to get blankets for the both of them and handed one to her just as she had finished making her robe into a pillow and saw that her dress had now changed into a pair of trousers and a simple, three quarter sleeved top. Her clothes looked now more like that of a common citizen of Thedas. She thanked him and asked him to watch over her until she had fallen asleep.

-"Just in case something odd happens to me" she said.

His only reply was to get comfortable on the bed next to hers. She thanked him once again. After half an hour he took notice of her exhales being slightly deeper than before. Solas watched her sleep a few more minutes before deciding it was safe to fall asleep as well. He had concluded that their path and goals aligned with each other and that she was genuinely honest about her actions and it didn't hurt to have a helpful companion with him on his journey. She didn't seem to be any different from the kind spirits he had encountered in the Fade. Except for the fact that she had told him she was from another world. A statement which was highly questionable. Though her unusual gifts and adamant will to achieve her mission were enough proof for him. He had decided to believe her and as he did, he fell asleep.

After a couple of hours Solas woke up and found "Mythal" still sleeping in her bed with her back towards him. He sat up and swung his legs over the bed and planted his feet firmly on the ground. He contemplated whether to wake her up or to let her sleep a couple of minutes more when he noticed "Mythal" turning around and her eyelashes fluttered, indicating that she was waking up. She peeked and immediately squinted her eyes tighter, rolled over on her stomach and buried her face in her robe pillow with a muffled grunt. A smile spread across his face and he had to face another direction and cover his mouth with his hand to stifle his laughter. In the corner of his eye he saw "Mythal" heave herself up, turn around, curl her legs up on her left side with her right foot underneath her left leg and the palm of her hands touching the bed alongside her body. She had her head tilted slightly up and her gaze was fixated ahead of her. He was about to call out to her and ask her in a joking manner if she was still asleep when her whole being started to glow faintly and the light rapidly increased from dull to bright. His jaw dropped along with the hand he had previously covered his mouth with and his eyes darted around, analysing the situation. Her hair fluttered as he felt an intense energy coming towards him, almost pushing him back. He had to grab both of his hands on the side of the bed in order to not get knocked over. Crackling and rumbling sounds reverberated across the room and green, oozing light slit through the air in various shapes and sizes, like ripping pieces of fabric from an oil painting.

-"...hey...! ... stop!" he tried calling out to her and got no response. He tried speaking louder, tilting his head into her direction to catch her attention, to no avail. Her eyes stared blankly, unaware of her surroundings. It occurred to him that perhaps she hadn't fully awakened and now her spiritual energy overflowed from the vessel she had created. He sensed and saw that her energy was not of a malicious nature, nor of a rampage behavior. However, her energy seemed to become heavier. Not flowing. He tried to reach out to her, but her energy offered resistance. Gathering strength, he pushed himself forward and grabbed her shoulders.

-"..."Mythal!"" he shouted and shook her. Her pupils constricted, the light reduced instantly and the dense energy dissipated into thin air. The sudden change almost made him topple over her if it wasn't for him holding her. She whisked her head to look at him and a soft voice escaped from her lips.
-"Eh?..." she looked at him confused. He hung his head and sighed, his hands still resting on her shoulders. When he looked back up, she was still looking at him with wide eyes. He let go of her, stepped back and slumped down on his own bed.

-"What... happ..." he tried to ask her, feeling out of breath. She tilted her head to one side and blinked a few times before turning her head to look around and noticed the green lights still hanging around. Upon the discovery, her eyebrows lowered and her face darkened. It was not a face of anger, but one of sadness.

-"...What's that? It looks like..." he said, scavenging through his mind to find the words to describe the scenery.

-"A rift..." she answered him. He looked puzzled at her.

-"This is... what you told me yesterday of how you arrived here?" he asked, though it was more like a statement than a question.

-"Yes" she said, almost like a whisper. She raised her right hand towards the closest one, her fingers barely touching it. He paid attention to her actions and saw her press the palm against it and all the rifts that were residing in the room closed on itself, the light against her hand being the last one to diminish. She closed her palm and faced back towards him, opened her fist and drops of green floated up, illuminating the space between them in a flickering manner before vanishing.

-"I forgot where I was. I thought.. it felt like I was still dreaming. I didn't... I'm sorry" she said only to look away from him and down at her hands.

-"Don't worry about it. It's all over now. Next time, I'll make sure to snap you out of it before you even start to glow" he said and watched her as his words got her attention. She slid her legs over the bed and leaned eagerly forward.

-"Next time? You'll come with me?" she asked.

-"We seem to be heading in the same direction when it comes to our purpose. Why not gather strength and support from one another" he answered.
She leaned back, looked down to her lower right with a faint smile.

-"I appreciate it... I would like that." she replied with a nod. He could have sworn that he once again had seen the same expression of her eyes not matching with her smile. However, it was only for a split second, which made him question himself whether it was a figment of his imagination or not. His thoughts were abruptly disrupted when she hastily stood up, grabbed their blankets and walked away with them to put them back where they got them from. He watched as she used her magic to make them float, get shaken, folded nicely and gently placed the blankets on top of the other ones. While doing so, she waved her left hand towards the door and it opened at once, a flick with her hand and a gust of fresh air swept through the hut. She closed the cabinet door, turned around and the robe appeared on her. He looked at her and back to her pillow only to see it gone. He stood up and walked over to her.

-"Let's go! I'm starving!" she said and smiled while putting her hands behind her back. He stopped in his tracks.

-"Wait a minute... I never saw you eat during our time together so far" he exclaimed and scrutinized her reaction. She stood motionless until she looked away to her right and back to him with mischievous blue eyes, slowly dragged her feet silently backwards, pulled her hands in front of her face and a familiar movement from yesterday appeared. She mimed the word he knew all too well.

-"Oh no, you didn't...?" he asked, unsure if she was serious or not.
He walked closer, ready to scold her. She picked up the unspoken reprimands he intended for her if she was caught not having eaten anything, bolted out through the open door with a laughter, chased by her companion.

Author notes: "Mythal" were just playing around with Solas, she did in fact eat earlier before meeting Solas (and explained it to him when he caught her). Even during their visit to the next village, he just simple missed that time since he was away to visit the real Mythal (it slipped his mind).