The Wolf and the Halla

Get Away

Adani spent most of her time avoiding any contact with Solas. Pride demanded it. She had to be better than this breakup. She had to make him think she was stronger than that, but she wasn't. She spent a lot of time crying when she was alone, and alot of time ignoring him when he was present. Which was often. She continued to take him on missions with her, in hopes he would feel bad and speak to her. That he would reach out and touch her. She had so far, had no such luck. He went along with her just as he had before the relationship, seemingly unaffected by the loss of love.

That was undeniably false. The truth was that Solas was absolutely in love with her. He was crushed beneath the demands of his duty. He had to try very hard not to touch her, not to call her his vhenan, not to speak in a way that made her think they would get back together. He was exhausted of trying to pretend he didn't care for her, yet he couldn't wait to see her again. Even when she made snide remarks towards him or whatever else. Sure, it hurt when she spoke down at him, but he couldn't wait for the moment she did, to have her attention on him.

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They ran into trouble outside of their camp in the Emerald Graves, quite literally. Adani was running and the Red Templar was running, they didn't see each other through the trees. Not until they crashed together and fell to the ground.

The five or so Templars following this man slid to a stop. One smiled at her as she scampered to her feet. They knew who they'd ran across. The Templars roared into battle with the Inquisition Agents.

Cassandra and Iron Bull met them in the middle, slamming their weight behind their weapons. Cassandra ran into the man in the lead with her shield, knocking him to the ground. Iron Bull swung his axe down on a Templar's head. It exploded in a mess of brain matter, and coagulated blood splattered his bare chest.

Adani attacked from a distance, she sent blasts of fire at three or four enemies at once. Solas was with her, close by her side when an arrow whizzed by, nipping her side and causing a gash where the flesh had been cut. She yelled out as it happened and directed all of her fiery anger towards the one that dared.

After the battle, the wound caught her attention, she looked at it. A larger cut than she had thought, and oozing blood at every second. Her left leg was trailed in blood, and moving her toes, she felt that her boot was full of it. She put her hand over the wound and sat down on a fallen log.

Solas rushed over. He reached for the wound with his hands, but she slapped them away.

"You are injured." He pointed obviously.

"It's fine." She snipped.

"Adani please." Solas held up his hands. "Let me heal the wound."

She looked away from him. "Cassandra," She called to the Seeker, "will you bring bandage please."

She watched as the woman walked over, reaching into her pocket and searching for the bindings. Adani raised her arm above her head, letting Cassandra dress the wound. As she did, she burned holes into Solas's face. Letting him know that this injury was in no way close to the pain she had felt since their incident in Crestwood.

His face held a look of despair. Of sadness and anger, at himself, and regret. Yet he would stand steadfast in his decision. It was better for her sake, but Fenedhis, it hurt.

That evening they were left alone in camp as Iron Bull went to wash up at a nearby stream, and Cassandra was speaking with soldiers outside of camp.

Solas sat silently for a long while, waiting for her to speak, but eventually his patience wore thin. "That was foolish of you." He said as he turned to look at her. "I could have healed the wound. Completely."