Death Comes For the Unlucky BY Kumiko

Vela listened quietly, her face still stoic. Truthfully she did not wish to hear of Solas' past, at least not from a stranger. If she wished to learn more she would confide with Mythal in her own time and on her own terms. She offered the Shadow no answer, unwilling to offer her more ammunition on the subject. However, she tucked her words away. "She called upon him, as she called upon me. Gifted us bodies..." Now, that really caught her attention, and the implications of the Shadow's words certainly piqued her interest.

Ko, she repeated thoughtfully, mulling over the information she had been given and returning her narrow-eyed look. You are a spirit? At least, the Ko I am talking to? Gifted a body... and this body belonged to her sister. Her distrust for the woman warred with her curiosity, her thirst to know more. She would stay a little longer, she decided. At least to see what else she could learn.