"There is much to think about," he says lightly, if not a bit vaguely. He adds, "More now than ever." Such a thing could be taken many ways. More, because Lasulahn was no longer confined to his clan of a few dozen people, he had travelled from the damp of the Fallow Mire to the dry Western Approach, from the Free Marches to Ferelden to Orlais. He had met humans of all sorts, city elves, dwarves and qunari. More, because Solas himself had taught Lasulahn much of magic, and the Fade, and even their own people. More, because he was a leader of a group a hundred fold more than he'd ever thought he would be, and their lives were in his hands. There was, indeed, much to think about.
Solas reassures him that things are fine, and Lasulahn relaxes, tension that had made his shoulders grow stiff now eased from his frame, left him looking smaller, but relaxed. Well, a little relaxed. The smile returns, genuine and affectionate, a private sort of look that he can afford for Solas alone.
Some might think it strange, that the lone apostate might become so important to the Inquisitor in such a short amount of time, but there was something to be said for the trials that they had faced together, a bond forged in the magics they shared. Solas was kind, offered guidance freely, and had a gentleness about him that Lasulahn couldn't help but be drawn to. He was a mentor, yes, but more than that, too.
"I would very much enjoy your company," he says, closing his eyes to relish the affectionate gesture. The smile widens a little, touched with a bit of humour. "But, that is always the case."
He gives a small frown after that. "I am resting," he protests, and then guiltily adds: "Sort of." The younger elf leans to seek a brief, chaste kiss from his companion. "Truthfully, I so rarely get time to myself anymore, I don't know what to do with myself. It seems strange, to sleep this early; like I'm forgetting something I need to do."
Cassandra had scolded him in her awkward way, a little brusque, but tender enough that she reined in her words, that made him feel like a child that was refusing bedtime. Sera's suggestion that he get some rest had been a helpful, 'you look a bit shite.' Leliana had suggested that she would keep people with business away from his door, should he wish to have the evening to himself.
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Solas reassures him that things are fine, and Lasulahn relaxes, tension that had made his shoulders grow stiff now eased from his frame, left him looking smaller, but relaxed. Well, a little relaxed. The smile returns, genuine and affectionate, a private sort of look that he can afford for Solas alone.
Some might think it strange, that the lone apostate might become so important to the Inquisitor in such a short amount of time, but there was something to be said for the trials that they had faced together, a bond forged in the magics they shared. Solas was kind, offered guidance freely, and had a gentleness about him that Lasulahn couldn't help but be drawn to. He was a mentor, yes, but more than that, too.
"I would very much enjoy your company," he says, closing his eyes to relish the affectionate gesture. The smile widens a little, touched with a bit of humour. "But, that is always the case."
He gives a small frown after that. "I am resting," he protests, and then guiltily adds: "Sort of." The younger elf leans to seek a brief, chaste kiss from his companion. "Truthfully, I so rarely get time to myself anymore, I don't know what to do with myself. It seems strange, to sleep this early; like I'm forgetting something I need to do."
Cassandra had scolded him in her awkward way, a little brusque, but tender enough that she reined in her words, that made him feel like a child that was refusing bedtime. Sera's suggestion that he get some rest had been a helpful, 'you look a bit shite.' Leliana had suggested that she would keep people with business away from his door, should he wish to have the evening to himself.