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

Solas had gone to retrieve edible paints; he's had time to hone his craft, after all. But when he returned to go back up the stairs, he paused in the doorway of an empty room. Briefly, he wondered if he's gone to the wrong room... but surely he has not. This is, after all, his fortress. And he knows every room.

Entering the room, he studied it before moving to peer out the window. He didn't expect anything to be there' and yet, he sees her walking up the stairs just outside of the window. Naked.

And his breath catches, before it stutters in his throat. Mytha! He called, still holding onto the jar of paint, as he stepped through the window, ducking to avoid hitting his head. And he followed, dressed, hurrying after her.

What are you doing? He inquired, as a quickly weaved net of invisibility is cast around the two of them. His hand reached, fingers brushing along her shoulder. I've retrieved our paints. You'll like the taste of these ones.

Of course she would. He'd taken great care to ensure these paints tasted good. That had been a main complaint in the past from the woman in front of him.