Complete
She lay in a haze of contentment, feeling the grass tickling her fingers, inhaling the freshness of the day. She had so little time to stop and enjoy the moment. The flowers surrounding her were so purple she could almost smell the colour. She studied the delicate petals, the patterns of darker violet on their edges; then turned her attention to the sky overhead. It was a brilliant blue, unblemished by clouds, so that she could imagine that it never ended, that the scar left by the Breach did not exist.
Further up the hill, Dorian and the Iron Bull were lounging in the shade of separate trees, exchanging heavily embellished anecdotes of their escapades at the Winter Palace. The ebb and flow of their voices carried down to her, though the distance was too great for her to hear the words.
Quiet steps approached; she recognised them as Solas's, and marvelled for a moment at her ability to know him instantaneously.
He lowered himself onto the ground close to her, stretching out his long legs, resting on his elbows. His eyes were soft, looking out across the valley. Rarely had she seen him so relaxed. She closed her eyes, feeling the stretch of her cheeks as her smile widened.
'Does something please you?'
'You know you do.'
He laughed, the sound catching halfway between pleasure and surprise. Beneath it she could sense him thinking, considering.
His hand found hers under cover of the grass, and her happiness was complete.