It’s a simple thing, to lie beside her, to let her arm stretch over him and settle against his body. It’s comfortable in a way Solas had not considered before now, and when he turn to speak to her again when a few moments have passed he stops, smiling as he sees the peace of sleep settled over her features. She is beautiful, he thinks, more than he can say.

He is slower to fall asleep if only because his mind is still flooded with thoughts that tangle in his mind. It takes him time, but he gets there, his mind relaxing enough that he slips into the Fade.

Manipulating the dream to find her is not as difficult as it seems, and Solas creates elven ruins for the two of them. When he reaches her, he takes her hand, draws her close, smiles softly.

“Welcome to the ruins of the People.”