When the Inquisitor found him, Solas was in the rotunda reading by candlelight; a dog-eared compendium he had picked up during their most recent venture. It was unclear whether the apostate had even been aware of Revan’s entry until he lifted his head and regarded her kindly over the top of his book.His features softened as she crossed the room to join him, and he greeted her with a gentle little ‘hello’, taking a moment’s pause to set aside his book. When quieter moments between them were few and far between, Solas took great care in giving the Inquisitor his undivided attention. Though he may not give voice to it, he treasured Revan’s company–and he was reminded why when the two of them easily made conversation like a pair of old friends. First about the Inquisition’s next plan of action. Then, of course, the Fade.Revan had her curiosities about the world beyond the Veil. The dreamer was keenly aware of it–and Solas had always done his best to sate them by sharing with her the dreams he had; tales of spirits and places he found in the Fade long forgotten by the waking world. And that evening had been no different. At least–until she next spoke.A compliment–?Solas merely sat there for a moment, first amazed, then amused. For one of the few times in his life he was speechless. There were many things he kept to himself, and though part of him knew that this–his heart, too, should be guarded with the same diligence as his secrets–he couldn’t help but share the Inquisitor’s sentiment. Delight in it, even. ..If only a little.“And I like having you in my company,” he spoke sincerely, chuckling to himself. “There are few people who will humor my thoughts, and fewer still willing to sit through my stories. Thank you for that, Inquisitor.”
