"Hi, Solas! Bye, Solas!"

"Wait, what?" The lithe, bald elf looked down to see Idril, almost rushing to the door of the library, but at the sound of his voice, she looked up at him from atop of his platform, grinning a little. At the sight of her grin, he couldn't help but smile back as he lowered his paints and headed for the ladder down to her. "And where is the Inquisitor heading at such as rush?"

"Hiding." Idril replied, causing him to chuckle as he slid down the ladder and heading to his desk, where she followed, "I had just finished judging, and now Josephine wants me to look at dresses. Dresses, Solas!"

"If I am not mistaken, Josephine has already showed you the sketches for your clothes, lethallan." He said as he leaned against the table with his hips, and she followed suit, shivering in exaggeration.

"They. Are. Dresses. And I was sure that Josephine had arranged all of you to wear suits, so how come I have to wear a dress?"

He smiled gently, "Because you are the Inquisitor, and we are headed to Empress Celene's court. In Orlais, it is important to keep up appearances to garner the admiration and respect of the court, if we wish to save her and the Empire."

She huffed, "But I can still look respectful wearing the same suit as everyone, right?! Besides, have you seen the sketches, lethallin? They were puffed skirts!"

At the Inquisitor's indignant exclamation, Solas laughed, and soon she followed suit. "I am sure you would look just as beautiful with a puffed skirt on, ma' falon. And if you dislike the skirts so much, why don't you ask Josephine to just let you wear a suit?"

Idril sighed in despair, "Because I don't have the heart to see her disappointed. Fenedhis, I am doomed."

Solas chuckled again as he reached over and patted her hand, "You doubt way too much on your ambassador, I am sure she will understand the request if you tell her…"

"INQUISITOR! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Solas and Idril looked towards the door heading to the hall, hearing Josephine screech, before they looked at each other. Idril looked pleadingly at Solas with her wide, violet eyes, "I was never here, you understand?"

He smiled and nodded gently, "Ma nuvenin, lethallin."

Idril's face brightened into a grin, and she rushed forward and hugged Solas around the midrift, before whispering, "ma serranas" and running up the stairs to the library. He smiled again, smelling the lingering scent of lavenders from her, before he shook his head and headed towards the door to greet an irate Josephine.