True enough, as Solas predicted, when Beleth looked up from the bonsai she'd been trying to carefully grow and trim (no telling what it's supposed to be yet, so who knows how successful it's going), her face starts a fond smile, then quickly drops into concern. A thousand possibilities run through her head, but she knows the only resolution will arrive by rising to her feet, and following him.
The house they found is slowly turning into a home, and it usually brings Beleth great pleasure and peace to walk through the garden, admire what they have built thus far. But her worries flit around her head like fretful bees, and she can only think about what Solas will show her. Something, she knows, that will be nothing inconsequential.
Stepping into Solas' workshop, a place she'd been thus far avoiding -- easier to deny involvement, went the line of logic, if you don't actually know what's going on. Stepping from the bright light of spring and into the dark left her blinking, until the strange green glow from the veilfire throws everything into focus, casting strange shadows on the stranger objects.
She spends a few moments hesitating, wondering if it would be better to not see. But no, she'd stepped over the line that she'd spent so long trying to balance, hadn't she? Even if only Solas and Beleth knew it know, she'd chosen her side, and now Solas was treating her choice with the respect it deserved, as he always did.
"I understand why you did it. You were trying to keep me safe, from trying to oppose you. Or trying to help you." Both were things that led down their own paths, and it was no surprise Solas relished neither of the ends. "But... Thank you, Solas." She turns to face him, slipping a hand into his. She doesn't know what he's about to tell her, and it frightens her a little -- she is aware, more aware than nearly anyone else, that Solas still has his goals, and what he will do to achieve those goals is... well.
But he's trusting her. As long as they're together, and trust each other, she's sure that they'll figure it out.
"I'm listening, Vhenan. Whatever you give to me, I will accept gladly."
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The house they found is slowly turning into a home, and it usually brings Beleth great pleasure and peace to walk through the garden, admire what they have built thus far. But her worries flit around her head like fretful bees, and she can only think about what Solas will show her. Something, she knows, that will be nothing inconsequential.
Stepping into Solas' workshop, a place she'd been thus far avoiding -- easier to deny involvement, went the line of logic, if you don't actually know what's going on. Stepping from the bright light of spring and into the dark left her blinking, until the strange green glow from the veilfire throws everything into focus, casting strange shadows on the stranger objects.
She spends a few moments hesitating, wondering if it would be better to not see. But no, she'd stepped over the line that she'd spent so long trying to balance, hadn't she? Even if only Solas and Beleth knew it know, she'd chosen her side, and now Solas was treating her choice with the respect it deserved, as he always did.
"I understand why you did it. You were trying to keep me safe, from trying to oppose you. Or trying to help you." Both were things that led down their own paths, and it was no surprise Solas relished neither of the ends. "But... Thank you, Solas." She turns to face him, slipping a hand into his. She doesn't know what he's about to tell her, and it frightens her a little -- she is aware, more aware than nearly anyone else, that Solas still has his goals, and what he will do to achieve those goals is... well.
But he's trusting her. As long as they're together, and trust each other, she's sure that they'll figure it out.
"I'm listening, Vhenan. Whatever you give to me, I will accept gladly."