He opened his mouth to tell her she must've been willed into existence by a god of the sun. But the sudden noise startled him out of his stupor. Maggie still seemed to be at ease, but Solas's senses had been on high alert since the dragon attack. It could've been a harmlessly nosy child just as --

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-- "Now everyone will know we're together." He'd meant to say that everyone would know they were 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 together, but it sounded like he wanted the entire party to know they were an item. He did not correct himself.

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-- tied the strands of hair that framed her face into a small bun in the back of her head, then secured it with the hairpin carved with a glittering gold lily blossom. Standing next to her in the mirror, he pinned the matching brooch to the lapel of his shirt. "There," he said with finality. --

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Solas released the tension with a shy laugh. Maggie had a point; if they didn't stop ogling each other now, they never would. He left with a quick "I'll be right back," and then was in moments with hairpin and brooch in hand. "Turn around," he instructed, guiding her to fact the mirror. Solas --

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The brush of Maggie’s fingers spread a slow warmth over his skin. Solas found himself leaning into her hand. How could one tiny thing bring him so much comfort in such a tumultuous time? It was her. It was always her. His eyes nearly fluttered closed, then shot open again at her question. If —

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