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

Solas was quiet, as he held her. Listened to her voice. It still felt fake. Like if he let her go, if he took his hands off of her... she'd disappear. It's only when she pressed a kiss to his cheek, that he seemed to refocus, dark eyes searching her features as her hands wandered through his hair.

Have you? He inquired, leaning toward her, so that his face was mere inches from hers. It still feels like I'm dreaming. A quiet admittance. Before he leaned in for a kiss.

The kiss was gentle, and even after it was over, his lips stayed pressed to her cheek, he lingered. Breathing in her scent, his hands wandering over her form, slow and easy. Trying to make himself believe it was real. She was real.

And eventually, he pulled away, straightened, and chuckled softly. I don't think I'll ever get used to having you here. So much had changed; he'd changed... and he had no idea how coming back from the dead as she had might affect her in the long-run. So she mgiht have changed, too. But she was here. And that was what he'd wanted with all of his being.