[ Solas, for a moment, does not understand where the emotion comes from, what has happened to inspire such sudden intensity of feeling; there's a striking moment of awkward discomfort as he goes over his own words to consider what he might have done to upset her so surely. The only thing that he can recognise is the two of them being compared, sharing the title of 'our', and he wonders why that would hurt her so much.

He thinks it best not to ask, not to push the matter, to let it settle to one side and give her the benefit of gathering her emotions. There is no pleasure to be gained in drawing undue attention to someone else's feelings, and he lets his eyes drift away as she gathers herself. ]

If only there were a thousand years to be given to such study. [ That is certainly said with enough bitterness that he feels himself almost bite his tongue physically, forcing himself to keep speaking as though he had done nothing to betray his own heart. ] But there is time here, at least, while we learn more of the world and what the Rifts truly mean.

[ Carefully, he turns his attention back to her. ]

There may be enough hours in the day that I might offer some form of guidance. You are free to join me when you can, to see what you may learn.