gentleman, is she rly your wife if you don't kill her once?

Solas' first instinct was to laugh. A quiet, breathless sound. The laughter seemed to rend itself from his throat, as she addressed him. He clutched the cloak tighter, taking a step forward—

—and another.

And as his bout of laughter quieted, he leaned to envelope her in the cloak. Simple, though it smelled of his scent. Welcome to this new world. He murmured, reaching with his now-freed hand to intertwine his fingers through her offered hands fingers.

I've waited, a very long time, to see you again. He'd refused to give her up; had chased every vessel, had chased every rumor. Had threatened the very fabric of the world they stood in, just to see her again.

He was thankful there was no-one left to witness him, as he slowly lowered himself to his knees, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, only when he was seated before her.

Solas knew his place. He always had.