When Country Meets Thedas

Just After the Conclave (Solas POV)

Solas kept his gaze indifferent as he watched the soldiers drop the mostly-naked human woman on the floor roughly. They all believed the woman guilty of the explosion that killed their Divine. Once the soldiers moved away, he walked towards her and knelt, gently rolling her onto her back and taking his lamb-skinned jacket off, he slipped it over her exposed chest. Where could this woman have come from? She is wearing almost nothing.

"Well?" Cassandra questioned him as he studied the mark on her hand.

"Seeker, it will take more than a mere moment for me to ascertain whether or not I can stabilize the magic."

Solas ignored her loud sigh of annoyance and focused on his magic that was embedded in the woman's hand. As he studied the mark, he noted that her hands were callused and rough, her arms well defined. For a human, she is obviously not pampered, maybe a warrior but definitely not a Templar. Perhaps a Templar in training? Subtly pushing magic into the flaring, angry mark, it began to calm until the next growth from the tear in the veil and it flashed angrily again.

If she died, he could simply take the magic from her hand without his foci. As it appeared, the woman was tenaciously clinging to life and found himself quietly respecting that type of spirit. Few humans showed such a tenacity.

"Do you believe she caused the explosion?" The Seeker questioned him as she watched him with her hawk-like gaze.

"No, I do not. I believe she is a consequence of what happened at the Conclave," he replied evenly while looking at the mark.

Placing the woman's hand on her stomach and tucking his jacket around her before he stood to look at the Seeker.

"I would also surmise that the mark on her hand is connected to the tear in the veil. She could possibly use the mark to close the tear... that is if she survives," he said folding his arms behind his back.

Cassandra glanced from the Apostate back to the woman on the floor. She didn't trust this Apostate even if he did offer his help freely, any more than she trusted the woman lying on the floor unconscious. Sighing with the whole situation, she narrowed her gaze at him.

"Then it will be your responsibility to see that she lives, mage."

Solas didn't flinch with her unspoken threat of having him killed if she did not survive. He graciously bowed his head towards her and watched as she left the dungeon, locking the door behind her. He flinched then at that sound... the sound of being locked into a chantry dungeon. Taking a calming breath, he turned back towards his charge and looked at her.

"Fen'edhis," he muttered before walking back to her.