[ Solas feels as though he ought to be more surprised that Neriel had managed to get himself tangled up in things, but he isn't - he can't find the will to be shocked, not truly, not when he's well aware of what an Inquisitor is like. Sahlin would have been the same, he thinks, rushing in head first without thinking about the consequences of her actions or what might happen as a result of them. She would have ran blindly because someone she cared for was in trouble, and there is no denying he sees the same thing reflected in the way that Neriel has acted.
It's only when Cole comes to the door and settles there, waiting for some form of invitation, that Solas calms a little. There is a whirling storm inside of him, concern and frustrated and irritation all merging into some kind of tsunami, but he forces himself to relax at the realisation that Cole will be picking up on the mixed feelings that spring to life inside of him. He does not want him to feel as though he is stuck, somehow, or that any of this is his fault. Solas knows where the blame lies. ]
Come inside, Cole.
[ Turning his head, Solas does what he can to manage a grim smile. ]
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It's only when Cole comes to the door and settles there, waiting for some form of invitation, that Solas calms a little. There is a whirling storm inside of him, concern and frustrated and irritation all merging into some kind of tsunami, but he forces himself to relax at the realisation that Cole will be picking up on the mixed feelings that spring to life inside of him. He does not want him to feel as though he is stuck, somehow, or that any of this is his fault. Solas knows where the blame lies. ]
Come inside, Cole.
[ Turning his head, Solas does what he can to manage a grim smile. ]
This is still your home.