[ Solas is, at least, accustomed to being taller than most of the elves on Thedas, and he makes no comment of it, simply allowing her the illusion. The Dalish and their city counterparts are nothing compared to the people, and it leaves an ache in his heart the more he thinks about it, the more he lends himself to dwelling upon their fate.
At least there is something brighter to consider, for now, and he looks upon her with a gentleness that he cannot hide. He is thankful for so careful and thoughtful a gift, even if it was only due to the fact that he had broadcast his desire and she wishes to see more of his work. There is no denying the pride he feels at the realisation that his artistry is being recognised. ]
Then you have my thanks. [ She is young and sweet, he thinks, but the world will not devour her. She will stand tall, and Solas accepts that for what it is - the strength of her heart in spite of her heritage. She may not bear the markings of the Dalish but she is not of the People all the same, he is sure. ] I will continue to paint them where all eyes will be upon them. You have my word.
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At least there is something brighter to consider, for now, and he looks upon her with a gentleness that he cannot hide. He is thankful for so careful and thoughtful a gift, even if it was only due to the fact that he had broadcast his desire and she wishes to see more of his work. There is no denying the pride he feels at the realisation that his artistry is being recognised. ]
Then you have my thanks. [ She is young and sweet, he thinks, but the world will not devour her. She will stand tall, and Solas accepts that for what it is - the strength of her heart in spite of her heritage. She may not bear the markings of the Dalish but she is not of the People all the same, he is sure. ] I will continue to paint them where all eyes will be upon them. You have my word.