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

Mythal did not remember their children, and he pursed his lips as jealousy colored her features. It didn't reach her eyes, though. He could only imagine how confusing it must be, to hear things that were true and yet not remember for yourself.

We had two. Arithari, our youngest. Denaya, our eldest. Denaya works for the Sylvas. He spoke thoughtful of his word choice, fingers brushing across her cheeks as he studied his love.

You were... around, when they were very young. But as Elgar'nan took more notice of you, of us, you stayed away. The hope... was that he would never know our children existed. Solas sighed, and lowered his hands, until he could squeeze her shoulders.

Ari never got to know you. By the time she was born, Elgar'nan was after you and it was too dangerous. I told them about you, though. They heard stories... He sighed, and moved to sit next to her. After a moment to settle, he'd pull her onto his lap, and curl his arms around her middle.

One day, when she was young, Ari left my grove. I was gone, to attend something with you. And... Elgar'nan found her. It seems the children had been leaving the grove in my absence for a while, and he'd been watching. Unable to breach the grove's defenses, he had to wait for one of them to leave. That day, it'd been Ari. Danya had apologized profusely, a child's argument had run the girl from the grove, in a fit of anger.

I've not seen her since. At least, not in person. He rested his chin on Mythal's shoulder.