Galadriel

It’s empathy as much as patience. The loss of her ring might not have caused an incident as large as the loss of his Foci, but it is still causing issues for both her and Thedas. He does not know enough about her ring nor her magic to make a guess as to what it might do in her hands, but if this is what it can do with someone who is new to it... It’s startling and concerning in equal measure.

“It was promised to the elf, Myr.” He’s froening again, deep and settled on his face. “He was blinded and has been given word that the miracle will be given to him next.”

Solas has been judging these people since he first heard of their miracles and hearing that the source of their power is Galadriel herself makes him loathe this place all the more. They are liars, twisting their strength to make others listen and follow them... It is unjust and he can not tolerate it.

“Will you grant me the chance to retrieve it for you?” It’s an obvious concern for her, but Solas isn’t sure how he will react to gaining a ring of power. He’s already desperate for his Foci and if a ring can do this much... But if is not his to take and he has no reason to betray Galadriel of all people.

Sighing, he rests his head on hers, drawing her hand to his lips.

“We will have it returned to you,” vhenan sits on his tongue. “I will go, when you are better.”