No, she doesn't know what thoughts had run through his mind, or how grim they had been. But she does see a weariness in him, one that he seems to carry as naturally a burden as one's own limbs. Was it the fight? The worry of what she'd done, the risk she had taken, and how it would rebound upon her? Or maybe it was the hundred other worries that seemed to crowd his mind.

Either way, she was of a mind to soothe them.

Both hands reach up to cup his face, and she presses a firm, solid kiss to his lips. One, then another, and slowly begins backing up, towards the bed (one of the first pieces of furniture they'd brought in, luckily). Pulling him along, still cherishing him with long, slow kisses.

"Well, the me that I am now has a few ideas on what I wish for." That made no sense. Especially in the context of what Solas said. She doesn't seem to care.