His skin was browned from his many travels and a scar now graced the top of his right eyebrow. He crouched in front of the Inquisitor and put a cool hand on her burning face.
"Oh Vhenan," breathed Solas.
What has happened here? Who did this to her? So many questions burned at the back of his mind.
I should have been there. If I were different, if the world was different, I could have stayed with you. I could have protected you. Should have.
The Inquisitor groans quietly in her sleep. There's sweat on her forehead but she's not dangerously warm anymore. There is still fever, but it no longer threatens her. Solas reaches in his bag for something and lays it next to her head. It's a mini statue of a wolf. He faces it away from her in the Dalish tradition. He also grabs a phial with a silvery-purple liquid inside. That, he sets next to Dorian. He'll know what to do with it.
"Mala suledin nadas."
Solas couldn't stay any longer for fear of being discovered. There's one last thing he can do for them. He stands up and moves to the edge of the camp and puts his hands up in front of his torso. He sings softly:
"Melava inan enansal
ir su araval tu elvaral
u na emma abelas
in elgar sa vir mana
in tu setheneran din emma na
lath sulevin
lath araval ena
arla ven tu vir mahvir
melana 'nehn
enasal ir sa lethalin"
A calming blue light surrounds his hands and envelops the sleeping warriors.
That will keep them from being detected, at least for a time.
Solas turns to leave but ends up face-to-face with Cole. He has something to say to the runaway elf he had considered a friend.