It is not as bad as it could have been and Solas is well aware of that fact; it could have been one of the Templars that had learned of him, or the elves other than Adalia that were part of his party. The fact that it was her, who has his trust on some far, distant level, who trusts him in return, is a gift, truly. It does not change the discomfort he feels, however, or the tension that coils around him, wishing that he could make her unlearn it.

"It is no Templar, nor anyone that might truly be a threat to me."

It's a weight to admit all the same; it might not be dangerous for him currently, but in the future? The fact that she had learned it from his company, from knowledge of elven? It means he will have to be more careful, trust Rifters less, show them less of himself. He leans into her embrace, lets his forehead rest on her shoulder, letting himself draw on her strength even as his mind attempts to make plans.

"Adalia learned much in the Temple of Falon'Din. There, she saw me speak with the spirit of Mythal. There, she learned the truth of me."