It's a comfort, he thinks, that she reaches for him so easily. Solas would carry this burden alone, would handle it himself as surely as he had done everything else, but he knows that this truth might become a burden for Galadriel and Thranduil both should more secrets be told. They carry the weight of knowledge just as he does, and it shames him to think that he would have kept them in the dark on this, too. That he would hide what others learn of him, deception dancing on his tongue, to make sure that he protects his own interests.

He does not know what to do, no plans forming in his mind, however. So he seeks her comfort, her wisdom, her beauty in the depth of night where, normally, he would find peace in the Fade.

At least her words sooth his rattled nerves, even as his eyes close and his head bows, just so.

"My secret has been learned."