Once some of the initial chaos died down Aryana was allowed into Haven's Chantry dungeon to see Talizan. The elven girl was still unconscious but it was a relief for Ary to just be able to sit on the floor next to her and see that she was still breathing. She held her friend's right hand gently in both of her own, gazing uncomfortably at Tali's glowing, green left hand. Every now and then it would pulse, the light it gave off flaring up. Solas informed her that it was pulsing with the breach.

The elven apostate had been in and out of the dungeon. He seemed to understand what was going on with the strange mark on Tali's hand better than anyone else. At first he had seemed sure Tali would die. But as the night wore on and day approached he seemed less certain. He was doing what he could to help stabilize it and it seemed to at least be stopping the mark from getting worse. But he remained uncertain on when, or if, Talizan would wake.

Shortly after sunrise, Solas sat back from working some magic on Tali with a sigh. The mark had flared again, but he had managed to calm it. Aryana looked up at him. He looked exhausted, the effort of trying to keep the mark from consuming Talizan and the lack of sleep showing plainly on his face. Aryana passed him a lyrium potion from the box Adan had brought down.

"Thank you." She said quietly as he took the bottle from her. He arched an eyebrow questioningly at her. She gestured at Tali's unconscious form. "For helping her. For doing what you can." Solas nodded slowly, seemingly considering something. Silence stretched between them for a moment.

"You are close?" He asked finally. Aryana nodded.

"Very. She is like a sister to me." Solas looked thoughtful.

"Is that not unusual? She is an elf, and a Dalish one at that. I did not think the Dalish tended to form lasting friendships with humans. Or even any kind of friendship at all." Ary shrugged and looked at the floor.

"We found ourself in unusual circumstances." She did not elaborate. Solas did not press the matter.

"Unusual friends can be the best kind." He replied with a small smile. He opened the lyrium potion she had passed him and quickly drank it, grimacing slightly as he finished. Lyrium didn't exactly taste like something you were meant to consume. He set the bottle down and she felt his mana expand outwards from him, almost as if he were stretching. The feeling of it brushed against her senses gently. Mana had a feeling to it, individual to each person, like their scent. Solas' mana felt wise and lonely, like a vast library filled with books but devoid of people. She glanced up to find him looking at her.

"You are a mage." It was a statement, not a question. She looked at him warily. Of course he could sense it. He was a powerful mage himself and she suspected there was little she could to hide her magic from him. There was only so much she could do in general. She could keep her mana to herself, prevent it from alerting Templars and other mages. But if one could reach out as easily as Solas just had there was no hiding from them. Solas just looked thoughtful again. "You don't carry a staff. Cassandra and the others do not know."

"Will you tell them?" Solas looked surprised by the question.

"Of course not. If you wish to hide your abilities it is not for me to reveal them. I think, perhaps, it does explain how you know our prisoner." Ary flinched inwardly at the word prisoner being used to describe her friend.

"I suppose. It's a long story." Solas smiled.

"We have time. I think it will be a few hours before she wakes." Ary raised her eyebrows, hope leaping up in her chest.

"She will wake?"

"Yes. I have done everything I can and it seems the mark has stabilized. She is improving." He paused, but there was clearly more that he wasn't sure he should say. Aryana gave him a pointed look. He sighed. "Once she wakes though we will need to attempt to deal with the breach quickly. The mark will not stay stabilized for long." Ary nodded. It was a chance at least.

Feeling more hopeful then she had since Talizan had fallen out of the rift, she told Solas the story of how she'd met Talizan and their escape from the circle. She left out the specific event that had prompted their escape, that was Tali's decision to tell that part or not. She also told him a little of her travels since leaving clan Lavellan, of the places she'd been all over Thedas. Solas listened with genuine interest. When she was done he told her a little of his voyages in the fade, and the places he'd dreamed. She was fascinated. Tali was a dreamer, but Aryana didn't have the gift herself. She found herself thinking that Tali would like Solas, and probably have many questions for him. If she survived, and if she was released. As it was, Aryana felt a certain kinship with him. They were both apostate wanderers.

They had been talking a while when Tali finally stirred. Solas reached a hand over her, fingertips glowing with magic. She stilled and he stood up.

"Cassandra will be angry if she is not here when your friend wakes. We should go get her." Aryana looked sadly down at her friend and sighed. This had been the deal after all, she had been allowed to sit with her while her fate was uncertain, but she had to leave before the elven girl woke. She got slowly to her feet. At least Tali was going to wake up. At least she still had a chance.

"Come. We can go and help the soldiers while Cassandra questions her. It will help distract you." Aryana nodded and followed Solas out of the dungeon. At least it would be good to have her weapons back. They had been confiscated while she was in the Chantry. And Solas was right, killing some demons would help take her mind if her concern for Talizan.