( the silence is long enough that she blanches before he breaks it, flexing her fingers when her hand is her own again (for a given value of 'still being full of whatever this nonsense is') and turning it palm up to study as if it will tell her anything she doesn't already know.
it doesn't. )
What sort of strange dreams?
( a genuine question; how will she know? all dreams are fucking strange, he probably means something specific, he seems like the sort who's vague on purpose because he's a prick and not the sort who just doesn't know how to talk to people, and he certainly provides detail when to refrain would be so risky. it isn't as if she and solas speak so often, but each time she's incrementally less suspicious, and - look, she doesn't want to die.
she doesn't want to die.
what an inconvenient time to have realised it's true, but all the same. if her options are to trust the weird shiny elf or to sit in a corner afraid always, she'll -
split her time between the two options, let's be honest. )
action ;
it doesn't. )
What sort of strange dreams?
( a genuine question; how will she know? all dreams are fucking strange, he probably means something specific, he seems like the sort who's vague on purpose because he's a prick and not the sort who just doesn't know how to talk to people, and he certainly provides detail when to refrain would be so risky. it isn't as if she and solas speak so often, but each time she's incrementally less suspicious, and - look, she doesn't want to die.
she doesn't want to die.
what an inconvenient time to have realised it's true, but all the same. if her options are to trust the weird shiny elf or to sit in a corner afraid always, she'll -
split her time between the two options, let's be honest. )