its where my demons hide

Solas regarded the child with a smile, nodding. I swear on Mythal, that I am being truthful. Once she accepted his sworn statement, he'd reach for her hand, to clasp an amulet in it. This holds Peace, and will hold Mythal. The ritual was carefully spoken, though it almost sounded like a song with the way his voice lilted in Ancient Elvhen. It was one of many ways to perform such a swap.

The amulet in the girl's hand would flash white, first. And seconds pass as it flashed red, and grew hot to the touch. Before she could drop it though, he'd cup his hand around it. Reclaim it, place the filled amulet around his neck. Peace will take care of you, Asha'bellanar. Flemeth had been proud of her daughter, and of the grandchildren. Asha would feel a warmth settle over herself, and much of her rage and aggression would fade quickly into nonexistence.