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

The look on her face confirmed that she hadn't liked his answer, and he just smirked at her, knowingly. He'd never lied to her; had never kept secrets from her. When it came to them, Solas was as truthful as possible, like someone had slipped him a truth potion.

Her finger to his lips earned a nip as he opened his mouth, biting the tip of her finger gently. She ordered him not to speak Elgar'nan's name and talked about her memories. And at her question, he nodded.

Yes, he's alive. He's... here, on Thedas. Solas spoke quietly, holding his breath as she thought about his question. About if she remembered—

Arithari, their youngest, he was uncertain if Mythal would remember her. Sometimes, being revived could do strange things to ones mind. But so could existing in shard form... He does not have her, not... currently. But she's scared to come home to me. I see her, every so often in the dreamscape. And moreoften than not the child ran from him.

She fears Elgar'nan will kill me, should she come home. And... she fears that I cannot love her, knowing what she did. He'd pieced it together from old dreams in the 'scape, memories. Flashes here and there.

He reached to cup Mythal's face in his hands. I do not blame Arithari. You should not blame her either. I don't think she... knew, who she was killing. Because Mythal had stayed away from their daughters; a necessity almost due to how hard Elgar'nan scrutnized everything about her.

We must forgive her. And we must bring her home. He didn't know if the girl still ran free, or if Elgar'nan had captured her finally. He'd not seen her in a while...