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

Solas was gentle with her, well-aware of how it felt to go from floating to a new body. He'd been there, after all, with this form. His lips pulled into a wolfish grin, at her question. You're the best distraction in the world, Mytha. Even dressed, you will still distract me. It was a promise, and he wouldn't change this fact for anything in the world.

Eventually, she'd become less of a distraction. Eventually, when he was used to her existence... She's been in his dreams for so long, a part of why he wandered the Fade every night, and with the Veil down there was no Fade to wander. There had been no way to stay in touch with her, save for wearing the amulet that housed her shard around his neck, until Vela allowed him to remove the shard that she had.

Her hands raised, carefully stroking over his face, memorizing his features with her touch. And then she complimented him, and his grin only widened. Upstairs.

Solas guided her, up the spiral stairs, made from the interior of the tree that was Skyhold. It was just as she had given it to him, over 8,000 years ago. A bit more modern in style, but it was no longer a modernized building.

In the large room up-top, he'd laid out a soft-fabric dress, But if that doesn't suit you, I've prepared a wardrobe of choices. It'd been easy to guess her size; she was coming back in her original body, unlike him, who was placed into a new body upon resurrection.