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

Hollow comfort, but he tried.  For her.  Mythal appreciated him all the more for it.  He reassured her again, and she found herself… easing into the safety that his arms offered.  It wouldn’t last, she knew.  It wouldn’t… keep the outside world from intruding, but for now, for right now, she had this.  She had him.  Perhaps not so hollow a comfort then.

She had to rest.  She had to regain more of who she was.  She was not whole yet.  Solas spoke the truth.  Mythal knew, and she tried not to bristle at the words, at the truth.  The harsh, implaccable truth.  Ari should not blame herself.  As his guest, and here she all but spat the word out, it must have been so so horrible for her.  Mythal knew this, almost better than anyone.  Save probably her own daughter.

Another, shaking breath, his touch one again soothing, calming.  Comforting.  I have missed you, she finally told him, her face turning so that she could press her lips to his cheek.  Dark eyes drank in the sight of his profile, her hands moving up to stroke the stray hairs back from his face, following down the length of it as far as she could reach.  He was magnificent.