Refugees To Arlathan
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Vela simply huffed in response to Ko's huff, her hand finding her hip as she watched the woman melt into the shadows. She didn't much care for Solas' explanation, feeling that the woman's reaction was completely disproportionate and she was, of course, thousands of years old. It felt silly to have to tell someone so old to grow up.

The child was name and Vela's mind quietened as she, too, listened to the child babble. She smiled and nodded when the girl looked to her, but mostly the child seemed to have taken a shine to Solas. A curious thing, though she was glad to know she wasn't the only one drawn to him. It filled her with a mix of emotions seeing her little hand in his, some of those emotions she had no interest in entertaining just now. 

" If you were not angry, it would mean that I meant nothing to you. I am glad to see that you care." Vela's eyes dropped away from him, her brows coming together in a mix of emotions; sadness, confusion, anger. She understood Solas had meant well by his words but there was a part of her that wished she didn't care. Many times had she found herself wishing to be able to turn off her emotions and feel nothing. It was... exhausting.

Now that he was back there was time for more emotions and more questions another time... as long as he didn't decide to disappear again. Come on then, and please note I am not taking constructive criticism at this time. And so she led them towards her home and perhaps, in time, it would be his home again too.