A/N: So I was in the middle of writing this chapter when my laptop power cord decided it wanted to quit working and my laptop died. I lost the whole chapter! So I had to rewrite it, not sure if I like the rewrite but I couldn't remember how I had worded the original chapter. But anyway here it is.
Solas despised himself as he left her laying there in pain, the blackness taking her. Even after all he had done she still swore that she would stop him, that she would save him from himself. And honestly he truly hoped she would. Nothing had gone the way it was supposed to go, Riona had just been caught in the middle, the wrong place at the wrong time, but really if she hadn't been there things could have gone so much worse. But she was never meant to have that mark, the mark that he used his power to remove. And he had just left her there alone, she was the only friend he had left in the world and he left her there alone and afraid. He knew she thought she was dying but he had saved her, saved her so she could live out what remained of her life in happiness with the Commander. He didn't want to destroy the world she loved, but he felt it was his duty to tear down the veil he had created, the veil that had destroyed his people, her people.
That had been his intention all along but she had opened his eyes to what this world held, and now he didn't want to do it but he had too. He only hoped that she would find a way to stop him. And when he had left her there, he had felt something that he couldn't explain. There was a power coming from Riona that she shouldn't have, not since the mark was gone. So why did he feel ancient elven magic? Solas knew the only way he was going to get an answer to that question would be to invade her dreams, something he had no right doing anymore but he would do it anyway.
So that was how he found himself observing the troubled dreams of the inquisitor. Her's were filled with nightmares of the fade, demons trying to kill her and her friends, the veil being destroyed by one she called friend destroying all she held dear. It hurt Solas to watch them, to see how distressed she was over what he planned to do. But even though he could feel that same power he could not determine what it was, not in these nightmares. So Solas decided to try the Commander's dreams. He doubted he would get any answers from the ex Templar but it was worth a try.
Cullen's dreams were surprisingly domestic. Solas knew that the commander suffered from terrible nightmares, he had been accidently drawn into a few while he was still at Skyhold so these images were a surprise. Solas watched Cullen and Riona building a snowman in the gardens of Skyhold. He watched as they cuddled together on the couch in front of the fireplace in Riona's rooms. He watched as Cullen held her hand as her face contorted in pain, a scream of anguish crossing her lips. And then he saw Cullen holding a tiny bundle in his arms, a bundle with curly hair and her mother's large eyes and that's when Solas knew what the power he had felt was. The power was coming from this baby, this baby that Riona was still pregnant with.
Solas didn't know how it was possible, it shouldn't be, but this baby had the soul of Mythal. It shouldn't be because she had given it up to him so he could regain his power, so how had a piece of it ended up in the unborn child of the Inquisitor two years later? The only way Solas would get the answers to his questions would be from Mythal herself, but he had never attempted to walk the dreams of an unborn child, he didn't even know if it was possible, did fetus' dream? The only thing he could do was wait for the child to be born. So Solas left the Commander's dreams and vowed to return to the baby once it was born.