Solas had felt a wave of emotions when he witnessed both the dragon and harpy collapse in unison. Has he failed to heal her in time? Was the wound that great? He hoped desperately that she would wake? He numbly walked towards her, the Inquisitor staring down at the dragon then the harpy at his feet.

The warrior leaned down poking at the limp harpy which only served to fuel the elven mage's anger.

"Oi, is it dead? Did it really die from one hit?" He asked annoyed.

Solas finally came to his side, as did Blackwall and Varric, "Inquisitor, please," he could barely finish his sentence as when he saw the harpy's limp form.

"Go ahead. Do what you do," he ordered Solas, "Blackwall, help me loot this beast."

Following his orders Blackwall went with the Inquisitor, leaving Varric and Solas to the harpy.

"Is she still breathing, Chuckles?" Varric solemnly asked.

Solas gently pulled her to him, leaning her head on his lap and checking for a pulse, "it's a faint pulse," he placed another hand by her nose feeling the soft warm waft of exhale on his palm, "she is alive. Just unconscious."

"I don't think that lightning ball is what made her collapse, Chuckles, did you hear her beg the Inquisitor just before. She was begging him to stop. I think it was something else."

Solas nodded but did not respond.

The journey back to Skyhold was mostly silent. The harpy remained unconscious when they arrived with Solas making attempts to contact her in the Fade but to no avail.

It had continued like that for almost three days in Skyhold. People began to think her dead, but Solas still took to her. Feeding her soft foods and giving her water both manually.

On the forth night since arriving to Skyhold, Solas had been almost harassed by Cole waking him from his sleep. The spirit boy looked distressed and worried, and he had a slight stutter to his words.

"I can't help. I...I can't. I can't help her. Falon. Friend. I can't help."

"Cole, slow down. What is going on?"

"The bond. Raw, powerful, singular. She the only one to embrace it. Only one, making it even more powerful. Intertwined and interlocked. They were each other. One and all. It was powerful and painful. The final blow almost enough to kill her as well. I can't help. I can't. It was too strong. Please, help falon. Friend. Featherless."

Before Solas could interpret what any of it meant, Cole disappeared. Sitting in the empty darkness Solas chilled. It was almost enough to kill her? He rubbed at his temple and got himself out of bed.

He rushed through the empty courtyard the harpy's cage. The Inquisition stronghold was asleep save for few posted guards, but he paid them no mind.

Solas entered the cage and found the still unconscious harpy curled in Cole's lap.

"Please, you must help." Cole pleaded softly, desperately.

As he grew closer he saw the slight tremble of the harpy's body. Her breathing labored.

"How can I help, Cole. I do not fully understand her bond. What must I do to help her?"

"Bonded. Raw and within minutes dead. She is still bonded to something that is no longer in this world. She must seek peace or the bond must be severed...I think."

"But how?"

Cole gently tightened his hold on the shivering harpy, "I...I do not know. I do not. I cannot help and I do not know." He seemed to realized distressed.

Solas felt bad for the spirit for his helplessness, but he had to figure it out and soon. It doesn't seem he has much time, "I will try to find her in the Fade. Stay with her, Cole. If you can, try to wake her."

With a quick nod, Solas quickly melted his consciousness into the Fade.

He heard it. The distant wailing and crying. With all his might he forced himself through her usual hidden paradise in the Emerald Forest except now it looked malnourished and dull, almost dead as if there had been a year long drought. It was lifeless and dry

He found her at the waterfall, only now it was more of a small drip, all dried up as well. The harpy gripped tightly at her chest and sobbed. Her cries shaking her entire body.

"Falon," Solas tried to call out, placing a gentle hand to her back.

She froze and looked up at him. The raw emotion in her eyes was enough to make him shed a tear and fall beside her, clutching his friend to him in comfort.

"I am so sorry, falon" he sobbed gently into her hair.

"It hurts," She whimpered softly as she clutched him tightly.

"What hurts, Falon, how can I help you," He begged her gently.

They remained in silently sobbing for a moment before she spoke up, "The bond," she started, "The bond we create is emotional. My people, we share this bond amongst a whole village," she sniffled looking up at him as she explained.

"I was alone. The only one to bare the bond. I felt her death. She suffered greatly. It was awful." She sobbed.

Solas gently pressed his forehead to hers, "I hadn't known, falon. I tried to stall them as much as I could. I should have done more. This is all my fault-"

She shook her head, "The fault was my own. I knew the odds were against me, it is something that has never been down before and yet I did it and suffered the consequences."

"You were brave, Falon. Selfless. Do not put yourself down for one mistake."

She sniffled a bit and straightened, slowly standing up, "I...I trust you." She admitted softly.

Solas stood up as well, "Trust me?"

"You have proven yourself a loyal friend. Even when going against your own goals, you had helped me."

Solas stiffened a bit, "My goals?"

"I do not know them, but I know you have them. I won't ask of you about it. The only thing I ask is your friendship."

Solas felt a pang of guilt, but nodded all together, "you have my friendship, lethallan."

She nodded and pressed her forehead to his, "I will share my knowledge with you, amec."

"Amec?"

"It is our title for a trusted friend."

Solas smiled kindly, "Thank you."

She nodded and returning the smile with one that didn't quite reach her eyes. He noticed.

"You are still in pain. Cole had mentioned that severing the bond would help. Allow me to-"

"No." She interrupted, "I had bonded with her. It was my choice and I shall live with that, even after death."

"Will you be alright?"

"Time heals all wounds, amec. The Patre teaches that. As does life."

Solas nodded, "They are true and wise words, lethallan. Let us return to the Waking world then."

She nodded and awoke.