It's easy to be in her space and her company, at least. Solas settles down at her side and has to physically resist the urge to draw her close, to wrap himself around her and hold onto her, to remind himself that she is real and alive and not still trapped in the underwater prison. If they had been longer, he thinks, perhaps the water would have been too high, perhaps there would have been no saving her, but...

But they were not too late, and he can be thankful for that.

Her words bring him back and Solas pauses, hesitating for a moment. What he had said had been true enough, but he knows it was the heat of the moment. It had not been something he had planned to say in the least.

"I was concerned," he admits, dancing around the question even now. "I could not find you in dreams, so you were lost to me."