Solas is not prepared to let Galadriel too far from him, not with all that has happened. Being aware of her strength and her ability to care for herself does not mean that he would be entirely prepared for her healing alone, and the limitations of what might happen as a result of her wound is not something he can think about too hard. He doesn't want to worry about her any more than is necessary, but he also doesn't feel comfortable leaving her alone.

No one will take her again, but he will need a few hours to assure himself of that.

He finds her again that evening, never too far from her side, and settles down. He makes himself as comfortable as he can get, in a new shirt, cleaned and warmed and as comfortable as he can be. When he reaches out his fingers touch hers gently and he sighs, voice soft and low.

"How are you feeling?"