His admittance is followed by a long breadth of silence, as Beleth's eyes widen, and her eyes fall back to the pile of coins, as though they had already been transformed into Solas' instruments.

Her hand squeezes his unthinkingly, and she would swear that there was a pang of pain from where her left hand had once been. The orb -- she remembered the brief flash of it that she'd seen, when the Divine knocked it from Corypheus, and Beleth, unknowing, had scrambled to grab it before he could retrieve it.

An act that had reshaped her body, her life, and Thedas itself.

But this is different. The orb won't be a weapon that Beleth will have to wrest away from a monster, it will be--Hmm.

"What are you going to do with them?" If she's going to be in it, then she must be in it all the way. It's too late to walk any of this back. She's chosen her side, and Solas has accepted it. Him standing here, telling her this, is him accepting her decision. And if that's the situation, then there is no more willful ignorance -- nor allowing anything to be hidden. "Will they even allow it? With your full magic, and both of those implements, you'd... probably be able to rival any of the faction leaders, wouldn't you?"

With that much power... there was a lot that he could do. That they could do. It almost frightened her, the idea of it.