Mya woke two days later to an unbearable aching in her left hand.
"Fucking gods damn it!" she swore. She swung her legs to the side of her bed. Deciding to forgo the complicated shem clothing in favor of a light blue, somewhat transparent negligee, she headed to the rotunda, where the resident Fade expert lay.
"Solas. Are you awake?" she whispered from behind the door. She knocked lightly. She hissed as another wave of pain came from the anchor.
"I need your help." She knocked again, a little more urgently. She could hear someone on the other side of the door getting up and shuffling towards her. As the door opened, Solas glared at the intruder before realizing it was the Inquisitor. He was about to ask her what was going on, when he noticed how hard she was clutching her left hand with her right.
"Come in, and I'll see what I can do." he moved aside for Mya to join him.
As she walked by him, he noticed what she was wearing, or rather, what she wasn't wearing. He observed, his mouth dry, the milky paleness of her skin, the scars that went up and down her entire body, the soft curves of her hips, the taut muscles on her stomach. He swallowed (an action he thinks she didn't see, but she totally did) and gestures for her to sit on the couch.
"Has it been hurting this whole time?" he demanded. She, at the very least, the grace to look sheepish, confirming his thoughts.
"Fenedhis! Why is this the first time you've said anything?" Mya distracted herself from his irritation (and the feel of his calloused hands on hers, not that Mya would ever admit) by staring at the murals that decorated the walls of the apostate's room.
"I didn't want to worry anyone." She mumbled sleepily. Solas' eyes softened.
"It would be prudent of you to develop a sense of self preservation, Inquisitor, lest we have to elect someone to replace you." He said in a voice that Mya, if she did not know better, was teasing. She tilted her chin in a sleepy acknowledgement. Solas' hand lit up with his mana.
"I'm going to try to take as much fade energy from the anchor as I can. The energy from the anchor is clashing with your mana. I'm sure that's what's causing you pain." He stated. Mya's eyes widened.
"Wouldn't you also suffer?" She asked worriedly. Solas shook his head.
"I'm not going to take it into myself, I'm simply going to pull it from your hand, store the energy in a container of some sort."
He walked over to his desk. He shuffled around papers and impatiently opened the drawers until he found a blue glass jar.
"For now, it will be contained in here." Solas gently touched her hand. Mya gasped as Solas' mana mixed with hers. Solas' faced shifted into one of concentration. His forearm gently caressed the Inquisitor's in an almost intimate way. Their mana aggressively brushed against each other, Solas' drawing hers from her body. He grunted and released her. In one smooth motion, he shoved his fist into the jar, and poured the green energy into the container, closing the lid quickly.
He smiled tiredly at her.
"Is that better?", he asked. She nodded.
"Ugh, I just want to sleep here. Getting down all those stairs was annoyingly painful." She complained. Solas just rolled his eyes.
"You are more than welcome to share my bed, if you would like." He offered, then immediately turned the most delightful shade of red May had ever seen upon realizing his implication. She then proceeded to snort and giggle uncontrollably. Solas just looked uncomfortable and indignant, which prompted May to laugh more, until she predictably fell off the couch she was sitting on. Now it was Solas' turn to smile and chuckle, and hers to look indignant.
"S'not funny." She mumbled, mortified that she fell on her ass.
"I disagree." Solas countered. "The mighty Inquisitor Levellan, Herald of Andraste, sitting on her rather nice rear end in my quarters. It is the pinnacle of humor." Her face turned as red as bloodstone.
"You been observing my rear end then, have you?" she demanded. He shrugged.
"I know you and the others must think that I have no interest in that area, but I assure you," he accented with a wink, "I am quite adept." Mya couldn't do anything but blink. All this time, she had thought him disinterested in her, but she was wrong. She smirked.
"We'll have to finish up this conversation some other night." She yawned She got up off the floor, and wiped the dirt off her nightie. Solas watched the swing of her hips as she walked to his door.
"I hope you have pleasant dreams, Harhen." She whispered. And with that, walked out of the room.
Solas stared at the door that his Inquisitor just walked out of. He took a deep breath and released it. H pulled out his chair and sat down. Groaning in frustration, he held his head in between his knees. "You planned this, didn't you? Somehow you knew this would happen. What am I supposed to do now?" He murmured. Mya was quickly becoming a distraction he didn't need. But how could he not admire the beautiful spirit she had? Mya had come from humble, tragic beginnings, just as he had. How could he not have some feelings for this Dalish woman?