"We're in the Fade" Adaar said, in a tone of amusement, which gave Solas a sudden sinking feeling. The taller woman had a penchant for surprising him; he never knew if she would react with a barrage of questions, teasing and mischief, or the mildly disappointed look and calm dressing down that made him feel small, young, and guilty. The broad, smug grin she sent him told Solas that something had told her of his reaction, despite the fact he was certain his expression hadn't flickered.
"Disappointed that I'm not surprised?" her tone went for teasing this time. "Haven was never this empty, there is no scent of the smoke, snow, pine and incense that was everywhere, and I'm pretty darn sure that the sky wasn't this weird shade caught between Fade-green and blue, with no sign of the Breach or its scar." Solas was chagrined. He was the one with the wolf-sharp nose, and he forgot to add smell to the dream...
"You are adept at seeing what lies below, in the Fade," was how he chose to respond out loud. Adaar waggled her ears outrageously at him.
"Prrrractice," she sang cheerfully, "Or did you think you were the only dream-walker mage in the Inquisition?"
"What?" It was a little more yelped than he would have preferred.
"Since I got this," a large grey hand was waved at him, familiar magic sending invisible tendrils to caress his mana, "I've had a far easier time deconstructing the traps demons try to set for me. Also the fact that a spirit calling himself Valor has taken to chatting with me occasionally, and reacts quite fiercely towards demons has kept them from being as persistent as they once were. Was a bit of a shock when I accidentally stumbled into Dorian's dreams," Adaar flushed a bit. "If you think he's always got his mind in the gutter from what he says... I'd've been quite happy never seeing that much of Bull in my life." Solas chuckled at her grimace. In conversation the Vashoth discovered that Bull had been the second child of a pairing bred twice- the first having been her mother.
"Anyhow, my dear bald elf, are the two of us asleep on the floor of your study? Or did you move us somewhere where we would be less of a tripping hazard? I can't imagine you would find it easy to move me yourself, unless you found some ancient elfy-magic that allows you to lighten me, or carry weights heavier than yourself." Solas coughed awkwardly.
"It was a form of directed sleep-walking, actually. We should discuss this when you- wake up."
A/N: Inspired by a conversation my sister and I had after my qunari inquisitor ended up in her bedroom after that sequence...