Solas looks up from his task of ensuring their daughter's gentleness, and easing the cat's rightful caution.
"There are three," he says with what he is clearly trying to make a humble tone; his pride in the accomplishment, in the children, and in Beleth herself, spoils the effect, and he isn't sorry for that, "Twins run in Beleth's line."
And how own, now— a thought no less strange and satisfying for being the hundredth time he's had it. He has never had family before, not like this, and despite his dignity Solas is dizzyingly, brilliantly happy.
"We have all been busy. It has been three years, for us; the work is significant, but the reward worthy of it. Our children will grow up in a world free from Blight."
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Date: 2026-03-12 04:39 am (UTC)"There are three," he says with what he is clearly trying to make a humble tone; his pride in the accomplishment, in the children, and in Beleth herself, spoils the effect, and he isn't sorry for that, "Twins run in Beleth's line."
And how own, now— a thought no less strange and satisfying for being the hundredth time he's had it. He has never had family before, not like this, and despite his dignity Solas is dizzyingly, brilliantly happy.
"We have all been busy. It has been three years, for us; the work is significant, but the reward worthy of it. Our children will grow up in a world free from Blight."