Her dreams felt oddly different tonight. Most of Moro's dreams were repetitive. Home, her clan or Skyhold. Happier times, chances to relieve moments with those long since dead or scattered to the winds. Today it was closer akin to an encampment, her surroundings that of one of the aravels. The interior was warm, comforting but with no furnishings. In fact, there were no objects to be seen whatsoever, which was odd.

The sudden realisation cause a chill to settle in the air, making the hairs on her neck stand at attention. Moro glanced towards the entrance and saw Solas standing before her, clad in that fine armour and pelt she had seen those many years ago. The years seemed to have rolled off of him, like the rocks beneath a swift river. Time clung to her body and while her image had not changed much, she felt it her bones and soul as in wore her down with each passing year.

"Solas."
"Moro."

He kept to his usual pose, hands clasped behind his back. She would have mistaken his posture for relaxed aloofness if not for the intensity of his gaze. Solas always seemed one step away from bursting. Moro stretched out her hands in a grandiose style as she addressed the room.

"I'd offer you a seat if I could, alas you are unwelcome here." She retracted her hands back into herself, studying his body language, eyes searching him so his intentions. "What is it you want Solas?" It surprised her how calm she was, she had always imagined their meeting would be more…Intense.

Probably more yelling, perhaps something thrown at his head.

Solas, took small predatory steps towards Moro, each step seemingly calculated.

"Why?" Moro made an exaggerative sigh, turning her back to him.

"You'll have to be more specific." Solas stormed up to her and spun her around to face him. Arms gripped her shoulders in a possessive and angry hold. Her eyes shot up straight into his, he was hurt and she knew, she knew and she didn't care.

"Why would you have kept this from me?!"
"You were long gone before I even knew I was with child Solas. You do remember that happening do you not?"
"You had another chance to tell me Moro."

"Ah yes, the time you removed my arm and told me you were going to destroy the world. Mmm, I could see that being a most opportune moment to mention it." Moro placed her hands on his arms, urging him to release his own from her. "What good would it have done? Why tell you of a child that's only going to die if you manage to succeed in your ridiculous plan?" Solas averted his eyes, Moro moved closer to him, searching his face for whatever he was hiding. Until she pieced it together.

"She won't die….will she?" His silence was his confirmation. Suddenly it all made sense, the relentless pursuit for Laisa. She had thought Laisa odd nature was only that, an oddity and side effect to some sensitivity to the fade and spirits. She was more like her father than she had believed. She did not know whether to rejoice or recoil at the facts.

Regardless he would not have her. Solas learning of his fatherhood had become a blessing and a curse. It distracted him, made him reckless and waste resources while she continued on to the task at hand.

Solas approached her again, this time more gentle. Brushing a lock of hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. It would be so easy to rest against that hand, even after all this time and after everything he had done. Hadn't it always been that way for them? Always a touch away from doing something they would both regret. The hand on her cheek travelled to the back of her neck, fingers locked into the tresses of her hair.

"You don't have to keep doing this…"
"You forced my hand when you attacked me in my own home."

"It was foolish of me." He cradled her now with two hands, joining his forehead against hers. "A mistake made out of recklessness, you know I would never send anyone to kill you." Their breaths mingled together, gods how long had it been since she kissed him? "I would tear apart anyone who would try." His last omission game out in a low growl before he slammed his lips against hers.

Moro gripped onto him, more out of surprise than anything else. All the air from her lungs was pulled from her, his mouth so demanding and leaving her whimpering against his mouth. Heat filled her entire body as something deep and primal in her felt elated as his aggressive behaviour. She pushed him away with as much ardour as she could muster, both of them panting and eyes slid shut and revelling in the afterglow of their kiss. Moro leaned in against his ear, grinning.

"I certainly hope you don't think this changes anything Solas."

They pulled away from each other, professional and proper like the last few minutes never happened, you would have to have look very closely to see the slight curvature of a grin on the corne rof his mouth. "I did not think it would." Solas turned, making his way out of the aravel to return to the waking world.

"One last thing before you go."

Solas paused, an ear attentive and listening.

"Tell Abelas to stick to magic and talking out of his arse. He and his men haven't a clue what stealth and subterfuge is."