Durge

A/N Guys this story... Man. I wanted it to be more clear that Rook was, in all actuality, deeply bothered by Solas and everything she has to deal with. So this was sort of her breaking point. Anyways, one more short part to write and then it's a wrap for Ma Halani. Enjoy!

Warnings: More smut, biting, and slight depression. This one also isn't double checked for errors, just let me know if you see any.

Rook refused to sleep for four days when she finally got back from the prison. Shame and anger warred inside of her mind, a constant, churning dread of falling asleep just to see him again. She couldn’t.

She had returned from the Fade a ghost, silent, withdrawn, and barely cognizant of them. They worried around her, probing for answers to where she had gone, what had happened, if she was okay. Of course, she wasn’t okay. Nothing about what had happened was okay. But she couldn’t bring herself to answer them. Not a single one of their inquiries. Instead, she sat like a corpse on her couch in the lighthouse, in front of the aquarium, just staring at the fish swimming around. Eventually, her friends had left, taking their concerned looks with them. Still, she didn’t move. She felt stuck there, like she was still with him, his eyes boring into her so gently.

The first day passed like that, and before long it was night. The others had left her be, knowing that she might be back with them, but she wasn’t really there. But then Lucanis walked in, bringing two mugs with him. He sat next to her quietly, putting one purple cup in her hand. Ciocolatta calda, she recognized quickly. It was what she had gotten when they had gone to Treviso to meet with Illario. She waited for another onslaught of questions, but it never came. Lucanis just watched the fish silently as she had been, sipping his own black coffee slowly.

There was an unspoken understanding between them: she didn’t need to talk, but he was there for her. Finally, she took a drink from her own mug, a long sigh passing her lips as the tension finally slipped from her stiffened body. Lucanis watched from the corner of his eyes, a small, satisfied smile gracing his lips from behind his coffee. They sat like that for a while, simply drinking in a moment of silence. It was comfortable, and much appreciated. Once their drinks were gone, he stood, collected her mug, murmured a quiet goodnight, and then left her to herself. 

The next morning she met everyone at the dining table, giving them an apology for how she had acted the day before. She explained that she had been sent to the Fade, that the Venatori had hoped she would be trapped there. She didn’t mention aphrodisiac, nor did she dare utter a word about Solas. Venatori, potion, fade, entrapment. That’s it. Each of her friends accepted her explanation, evening if they picked up there was more to it. She was back, she was okay except for some minor scruff, that’s all that mattered. However, after everyone had had their time to wake up and become functioning people, they may have wished she would have stayed in the Fade a bit longer.

Rook wouldn’t fall asleep, so instead, she filled their days with countless duties that need to be done. Assisting her teammates in their respective cities, coffee, countless fights with Venatori and Antaam, more coffee, reading and filling reports, and pausing once more for coffee. The bitter liquid made her face pull back in disgust, but it kept her awake. So she kept drinking it to avoid the unwelcome guest that sat waiting in her mind, haunting her every thought. They were tired. It was nonstop. They new in the long run this was helpful, but they were growing weary. 

Her fourth night back, Neve cornered her in the library. 

“Rook, you need to sleep. You haven’t slept a wink since you got back.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but Neve cut her off by holding her hand up.

“Don’t even try. The bags under your eyes could house the homeless in Dock Town.” She guided Rook towards the pantry. “Proper meal, bath, then sleep. Now.”

Once in the pantry, Neve asked Lucanis to make Rook something light to eat and then went off on her way to rest herself. Rook sat at the dining table as Lucanis bustled around the kitchen. She zoned out as he chopped vegetables, the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board reminding her of Solas’ thrust. Deep, measured, calculated. Her fists clenched on top of the table. Why had he done that? Anger filtered up into her throat making it burn, tears stinging at her eyes as she became filled with rage towards him once again.

Lucanis noticed her shift in demeanor, clearing his throat before setting a bowl down between her clenched hands, then he pulled out a chair for himself next to her. She gave a weak ‘thank you’ before picking up the soup he had given her, eating the soup he had made. She ate in silence, Lucanis’s gaze flitting over to her every few minutes. Rook rolled her eyes and sighed.

“I’m fine, Lucanis.” He raised an unbelieving eyebrow at her, his arms crossed as he leaned back in the chair. 

“Are you really okay?” Rook stared at him, her gaze giving no indication to how she was feeling. She just looked empty. Finally, she cast her eyes down to the soup, swirling it around in the bowl slowly.

“I have to be okay.” Her voice was hardly a whisper. Then she offered him a soft, strained smile, stood from the table, and began walking away. As she got to the door, she turned to him,

“Thank you for the soup, and the hot chocolate the other day.” She said before finally leaving, the door closing behind her with a dull thud. Lucanis just stared at where she had stood, his brow furrowed in concern.

Rook walked into her washroom, filled the tub with water, then stepped in slowly. She hissed as the scalding water burned her skin. But the burn felt good. It made her feel real. Her body slouched until only her nose and eyes remained above the surface, her gaze set at the clear liquid, her body rippling underneath as she breathed. After a moment, she sat up, beginning to wash the grime off of her body. Neve was right, she needed this. Her hands rubbed at her hips, and she flinched as a sore pain reverberated. Looking down, she frowned. Solas’s fingerprints were bruised into her skin, nearly engraving her. She let her own fingers trace over the bruises, and then once again, she felt her anger flare. Suddenly she was scrubbing at the marks. Scrubbing, and rubbing, and scouring her skin until it became raw. 

All the while she thought of his hands on her. They had been so rough, heated, and mean; until they weren’t. Then they were soft, and curious. She felt nauseous. Solas’s eyes had been predatory, a quiet amusement from her desperation. Had he only fucked her to win her over? But he had held her so tightly, like he hadn’t wanted to let go. Like he needed her at that moment. At that moment. So he wasn’t alone. She let out an animalistic snarl that turned into a strained cry. This was so fucking irritating. How was she supposed to face him again?

She hated him. With her whole entire being, she wished for nothing but his downfall. This never would have happened if he hadn’t tried to tear down the veil. None of this would be happening. She wouldn’t be fighting blighted gods, blood mages, Qunari Antaam, Weisshaupt wouldn’t have fallen, none of it.

None of it?

She paused for a moment, recounting everything her and her team had done till then. The corruptness they dispelled, the people they helped, everything. Suddenly, she wasn’t so angry. That one revelation didn’t make all the bad go away, but it did make the weight just a little lighter. 

Rook stood from the tub, the water had long become cold, making the chilly air easy to bear. She grabbed a towel and dried herself, the rough fabric scraping against her skin. She dressed in a long, loose tunic, far too exhausted to dress in proper clothing. Once in her room again, she laid herself on the green couch, her gaze drifting to the hypnotic movement of the fish.The rhythmic movements of their fins lulled her into sleep quickly. It didn’t come as a welcome respite, but more of a reluctant surrender, her exhaustion finally winning. 

For just a moment, there was nothing. No thoughts, feelings, or senses. It was just an empty sleep like what she used to have, until she was abruptly thrust in front of Solas. This time, they were back in their normal positions, ready to play their parts. However, this time, the gap normally between them seemed much smaller, almost as though it was only a crack that she could just jump over. She didn’t mention it.

“Rook?” His voice, a low murmur cut through the silence of the fade. She felt the hair on her neck stand on edge, and a shiver run down her spine. She mentally cursed herself for letting this elf have such an adverse effect on her, just from calling her name in surprise. 

Rook met his gaze, her own eyes souring as she finally took in his appearance. He looked the exact same. He looked fine. He wasn’t in any sort of turmoil like she was and that aggravated her. That she allowed herself to be so upset by him while he couldn't care less about what had passed between them. 

“Solas.” She replied. Her voice was clipped. Short and sharp, emotionless. She would not let him hold any place in her head. In her heart. 

“It has been days. Are you alright?” he asked. 

“That’s none of your business,” She deflected him quickly. His brow twitched slightly, hardly noticeable, but still there.

“Elgar’nan is planning to make a lyrium dagger. How do we stop him?”

Solas rolled his head to the side, his body following suit. His jaw was clenched tightly, deep in thought for a moment.

“I see,” He said, sardonic amusement hinting in his tone. 

“Don’t act like a victim. You’re not commiting to a noble sacrifice by being locked away in here. You’re a liar,” She takes a step forward.

“A manipulator,” She continued.

“I won’t be a pawn in your demented game anymore.” Her feet are at the edge of the gap between them, a sneer on her face, daring him to correct her. The bitterness in Rook’s voice was tangible, stemming from her hurt and betrayed trust of him.

“You are not a pawn, more like,” He thinks for a moment.

“An anomaly. Something I had not predicted or ever considered.” He allowed a truth for every 10 of his lies. He really hadn’t expected her. Her defiance, her wit, none of it. Never would he have thought he would be sat locked in a prison of his own creation, with one modern elf to be his life line to the outside world. And he definitely hadn’t expected to fuck her, let alone feel anything more than contempt towards her.

“That’s wonderful. I’m so thrilled that I was here to disrupt your grand schemes.”

This time, Solas stepped forward, like a hooked fish.

“You misunderstand me. My intentions are to make right what I have wronged, even if my methods are-” His voice had been gentle, gradually building in a crescendo as he tried to defend his actions.

“Your methods are monstrous. You use people, Solas. You manipulate them. And if that doesn’t work? You get rid of them by whatever means you deem fit.” She interrupted, her voice raw.

“Why are my actions so important to you?” He knew the answer, he had started this all in order to get her into the palm of his hand. In this moment, he used that to his advantage. He hadn’t known that he would become entangled in her own web, tied around her pinkie finger. Solas regretted that decision.

“Don’t twist this anymore than you already have,” She whispered, her voice trembling at the start. Her eyes looked so sad. Solas raised his eyebrow, his expression unreadable. He put his hands behind his back, taking three large steps backwards and away from her.

“Elgar’nan's power is tied to light and darkness. He will need to perform a ritual during the next eclipse. That will give you and your team some time to prepare.”

Rook nods her head, thinking of everything they may still need to do beforehand, and trying to come up with just how exactly they were supposed to train for this. Then, Solas’s voice rang out, gentle and encouraging,

“I know that you will do everything in your power not to fail them.”

Her eyes drifted back to him, startled by the softness in his voice. When her gaze landed on his face, she was taken aback, taking in a sharp intake of air. There, in front of her, her, the Dread Wolf had shown her a ghost of a smile, not quite reaching his eyes, but still genuine. The soft curve of his lips stood out vastly with the sharp angle of his jaw, and the intensity of his gaze. His violet eyes, usually so calculating and sharp, were half-lidded. The heat she felt forming in her stomach made her feel sick. He looked like just a man at that moment. 

There was a stillness to him, it was a silent intensity that drew her in despite all of her judgements. It was a look that spoke of hidden secrets, more than just regrets, but triumphs and bittersweet happiness. It was the look of a man who carried the weight of this world, and the last, on his very soul. But at this moment, he was offering her some solace. And in her solace, he found his own peace, a peace that she knew that he did not deserve, but thought might be okay for her own peace of mind right now.

They stood like that for a time, just gazing at one another, his face gradually morphing into something new but familiar. He looked like he was yearning for something, or someone, and Rook couldn’t help herself from wishing that it was directed towards her.

“Solas,”

“Rook,” They started at the same time. Both pairs of eyes widened, his softening first,

“Please, go ahead.”

She glanced away, picking at the skin around her nails. A horrible habit she had picked up as a child.

“Why do you look at me like that sometimes?” She finally asked, her voice barely above a ghost of a whisper. 

Her question hung suspended in the tense air between them, delicate and volatile. Like a string frayed to its last thread, taut, threatening to snap with one wrong pull. Solas’s expression shifted; the minutes of softness they had only just shared disappeared, his features that had been warmed briefly now retreated, replaced now by guarded eyes. He didn’t answer her immediately, the ensuing silence was heavy with unspoken emotions. It felt oppressive. 

Rook could hear her own heartbeat beating in her ears like a drum, a frantic sound against the otherwise stillness around them. She hated this, hated the way that under his gaze, her pulse quickened so easily, hated the way that the anger she had been stewing in for days crumbled under the weight of his silence.

“Like what?” He finally asked, his voice a low murmur from deep in his chest. It was cautious, the carefully modulated tones controlling his emotions. Yet, a fleeting quirk of his lips betrayed the underlying amusement.

Rook’s lips pressed into a thin line. She didn’t want to explain herself, she didn’t want to figure out while she felt so antsy under the unsettling intensity of his gaze. A gaze that had the ability to pierce her defenses and feel oddly tender, simultaneously. It was a look that read that he wanted to put his hands into the puzzle that was her mind, try and fit the pieces together to see just why she was the way she was. It wasn’t fair. He wanted to dissect her, but she was expected to just accept the god of lies, trickery, and treachery as he was. Before she could think of the consequences to her words, she spoke,

“It’s like… You’re holding back. Like you’re holding yourself back.” 

The prison shook at the ground moved, pieces falling apart and mashing together to bridge the gap between them. Rook stumbled forward, losing her footing at the quakes. Just as she thought she would fall, Solas’s arms wrapped around her waist just as he’d done only days ago. His grasp made her tense up, frozen in his hold like a rabbit cornered by a wolf. His scent- Fade-like, woodsy, and old, infiltrated her senses. It was all-encompassing and intoxicating. Unsettling. When he next spoke, Rook could feel the rumble in his chest although his voice was controlled, with each syllable measured, each word carefully selected just for her.

“And if I am? What would you do with that knowledge?” Another deflection, an answer inside of a question. With this, he shifted the burden of responsibility of a real answer onto her again. 

Rook frowned, frustration bubbling to the surface one more, threatening to overthrow the control she had promised herself to keep. She pulled away from him, pushing him back by his broad chest. 

“That’s not an answer, Solas. You- you always do this,” She began, beyond exasperated. She turned her back to him, throwing her arms in the air.

“You twist my questions, avoiding giving me answers with riddles, concealing the truth with well-thought half-truths and ambiguities!” She turned to face him once again, this time with space between them so she could think.

“For once,” Her eyes met his,

“Just tell me the truth.” Her voice was pleading, begging him. Rook knew this was a bad idea, letting him in and see this part of her. The part of her that was still immature and childish, wishing and hoping for there to be good in everyone, no matter how miniscule. She understood from the wolf statuettes that manipulation and burden is all he had known, but did he want for more? Did he have dreams and ambitions that didn’t revolve around his past, around Mythal? Did he want redemption?

His gaze locked onto hers, unwavering, stubborn, a stare that caught her breath once more. For a long moment, a beat too long, he simply took her in. His expression was unreadable, a silent battle waging on behind those beautifully sad eyes of his. Finally, he relented, stepping forward and cupping her cheek. She flinched, her eyes closing instinctively. He chuckled.

“Very well. You want my honesty?” He asked her, thumb brushing her cheek delicately.

“Yes.” She whispered. Her stomach twisted and turned on itself, not knowing what to expect from him anymore. He tilted his head to the side and let his thumb trace over her bottom lip.  

“I look at you the way a starved man may look as a coin glistening at the bottom of a well.” He paused, wondering if that was the best way. For once, he wasn’t trying to craft an image of false promises, just how he felt. 

“You are tempting, beyond beautiful, and valuable. But dangerous, out of reach. You remind me of what I can never have. Something I should never have desired.”

Her eyes were wide, tears welling once again, and his thumb moved to brush them away. 

“I- Solas, well I- I don’t know what to say.” She stumbled on her words. A faint breathy chuckle escaped from Salas’s lips. He smiled down at her.

“You are a complication that I never anticipated, one that I cannot ignore, nor do I want to.” 

“How am I supposed to answer that, Solas?” She wanted to be angry. To throw at him everything that she knew he had done, and even then, that wouldn’t be enough. But her chest was tight and her throat was choked. He stayed silent, watching her curiously as she worked through her thoughts and feelings right in the moment, once again in his hands.

“I don’t need your peace,” she insisted, her voice thick with emotion, defying what he offered to her as consolation.

“I don’t need your pity or your excuses. I just-” A whimper escaped her chapped lips, a choked and painful sound. Her hands tightened in the fabric of his shirt. The words were caught in her throat; they were an unspoken plea hanging over them both. Finally, she found the words, barely managing to utter them.

“Tell me this is real. If any of this- your feelings- was any of it ever real?”

Solas leaned down, his forehead coming to rest delicately against hers. Their breaths mingled, a silent blending of their unspoken truths, and untold deceptions. They closed their eyes, surrendering to the intimacy of the moment. They breathed together as one, drawing strength and relinquishing their doubts in each other’s presence. He whispered, his voice not faltering in his answer to her, dangerous and undeniable.

“It was,” His lips brushed hers, a fleeting touch that made her crave more. The words he mustered were soft yet unshakable, a promise whispered to her heart.

“It is.” Finally. Finally the walls were broken and each laid bare to the other. Her chest ached painfully, resonating pain throughout her being. A physical reaction to the emotional turmoil she had felt the past few days, finally coming to a head. She wanted to believe him and his sweet words, to surrender to the hope his words offered, even knowing the inherent risks of trusting Fen’Harel. This one moment could lead to her downfall, but dammit, she wanted so badly to trust in him. So she did. Just this once, she would indulge in what she wanted, no matter how forbidden the fruit was. 

Slowly, she craned her neck upwards, pressing her lips to his, seeking him with urgency. Rook needed him to confirm what he had told her. The instant their mouths met, Solas responded, his body melting into hers like a graceful fall. His arms pulled her even closer, until there was no space to breach between them. Her hands were still balled into fists, clutching at his shirt, her knuckles lightening from the pressure. Meanwhile, his hands gradually moved lower, hesitating for a moment. At least until she whimpered, then his hands made their way to the curve of her hips, and then lower to settle firmly on her ass, pulling her tunic up to feel her skin in his hands. 

And with that, she was his. Completely, utterly, irrevocably, his. 

She could still feel anger deep in her gut, eating away at her, but at present, her need to believe that there was the smallest amount of good in him outweighed that. And honestly, as his hands roamed the expanse of her bruised and spent skin, she couldn’t care less about anything else around them. It was just them, their feelings, and their needs. And right now, she needs him.

Rook’s hands unclenched from his shirt, roaming the expanse of his shoulders until they made their way to cradle his head, comforting him, if only a little bit. Her tongue grazed his bottom lip, asking for permission that he granted without question, letting her lead the moment between them. His hands continued to drift over her body, stopping periodically to grasp at her, making sure she’s real, and still there. 

The kiss became heated, the initial tenderness morphing into a fiery urgency to be one with the other. Solas grabbed the bottom of Rook’s tunic, breaking the kiss to pull it over her head. He looked at her, taking in the dips and crevices of her body. Her skin was flushed with desire, her nipples hardened under his gaze and he smirked, knowing that he could raise such a delicious reaction from her. His hand dropped her tunic to the ground, hand raising to cup her breast, squeezing it and eliciting a whine from her. He let go, hand moving down her rib, to waist, hip, crossing her stomach, and then cupping her sex. 

Rook ground her hips down into his hand, letting him feel how much she wanted him. This time, not out of pure necessity, but actual want. He groaned, not wasting any time to slip one of his lengthy, pale fingers between her folds and inside her. She gasped at the suddenness, hands grabbing to hold on to his forearms. Solas leaned down, nipping at her right ear gently, then letting his tongue run over the tenderness he had created. All the while his finger moved agonizingly slowly, in and out of her. 

“Faster…” She murmured to him, and he couldn’t help himself but to smirk down at her. He liked seeing her like this. So obedient. That would never change for him.

“Please!” Rook continued as she pushed her hips down, trying to make her point more clear. Finally, he relented, adding another finger into her sopping cunt, thrusting them quicker and harder. Her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open, as she moaned without hesitation. His head dipped down to mark her neck like he had done the last time, letting them trail higher and higher, so that people may see. He couldn’t hold back his pride as he pulled away to see the artwork he had created on her body. He angled his fingers to press along the spongy part of her insides, over and over and over, as her eyes squeezed shut, arching her back.

“S-Solas… Don’t stop ‘m so close…” Rook pleaded with him, her eyes furrowed together as she chased her high. He pressed his mouth to her parted lips, swallowing her cries as his thumb circled her clit mercilessly. She could feel his hardness against her thigh, him unconsciously grinding himself against her; it made her clench, she finally let go, her orgasm burning through her like flames licking at wood. It was fiery, hot, and made her scream out, but his mouth muffled her cries. 

Solas didn’t wait to take the rest of his clothing off, tossing it beside them. He grabbed hold of her calves, pulling her to him. She was surprised, but didn’t struggle against him, instead she slackened herself. Her body melted in his hands, legs wrapping around his hips effortlessly. She watched Solas stroke himself a few times, his eyes piercing as he watched her body twitch in the aftershocks of her last orgasm. He painted the image of her flushed skin coated in a thin layer of sweat. Her arms above her head so submissively, nipples hardened and breasts raising and falling with each breath. Her legs spread wide open, presenting herself to him so willingly with slick coating her inner thighs. And her eyes, her fucking eyes, staring at him so openly, so beautiful and full of desire. 

Solas aligned himself with her entrance, the anticipation a torment made tangible by her slick heat. He pressed himself inside her slowly, a delicious friction that stole his breath at the feeling of her tightness wrapping around his length. A hiss passed his lips, but it could hardly be heard over Rook’s own moan that tore from her as he stretched her. He paused for a moment, gazing down at their joined bodies before drawing back and slamming back inside. Her fingers clawed at the dirt above her head, leaving furrows in the ground, Her eyes, dilated and dark with heat, remained locked on his, mirroring the intensity burning in his own gaze. His brow was furrowed in concentration, bottom lip caught between his teeth, his chest flushed with exertion. One of his hands rested on her lower stomach, his thumb finding her sensitive nub between her folds, circling it with an urgent pressure that sent shivers of pleasure. Then, a jolt shocked Rook, Solas’s magic coursing through her from her clit; she let out an involuntary cry, unprepared for the sudden, breathtaking climax that stole her breath. 

He relished in the vise-like grip her cunt locked him in, his cock buried deep within her as she shuddered through her second orgasm. Her body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure as he withdrew slowly before gently guiding her to roll onto her stomach. He moved her easily, moving himself atop her thighs, right below his ass, where he once again lined himself to her entrance. He let the head slip past her folds, teasingly rocking back and forth as a smirk played on his lips, eyes studying her flushed skin and damp hair. 

“Have I worn you out already, da’len?” he asked, the words laced with a mocking tone that only served to ignite the defiance she had always shown him.

She twisted, her eyes meeting his over her shoulder. She scoffed before responding, “Hardly.”

A low chuckled emanating from him, a sound that vibrated through her as his eyes darkened. Solas leaned over her, the weight of his body pressing into her, as his cock slowly sunk into her once more. It was slow and deliberate, something she hadn’t expected, but it was only a prelude to come. Her defiance soon faltered then dissolved into surrender as after he pulled out the first time, he had slammed into her with such force, Rook swore she had seen stars. His pace was relentless and she was grateful his arms braced her, his weight an anchor as he drove into her, his hips slapping against her ass with a fierce rhythm. 

"Hardly," she scoffed, the word a breathy defiance.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound that vibrated through her as his eyes darkened, the amusement replaced by a deeper, more primal hunger. He leaned over her, the weight of his body pressing down, his entry slow and deliberate, a prelude to the storm to come. Her defiance faltered, dissolving into surrender as she closed her eyes. Her hips arched instinctively to meet him while his arms braced her, his weight anchoring him as he drove into her. Solas’s rhythm was relentless and powerful, hips slamming against her ass with a fierce, intoxicating rhythm. His mouth found her back as he alternated between kissing and nipping at her skin with each thrust. 

Then, his kisses trailed upwards, landing at her ears where he nipped at them. Rook’s eyes clenched shut as he began to whisper into her ear. Nothings and somethings flooded her mind confusing her as his cock bullied into her. 

“I could not stand you before,” he groaned, his voice a low rasp. “How is it that I do not believe I could survive without you now?” he murmured, pressing a kiss below her ear, his words lost in the flurry of sensation she felt. His hips began to stutter and, and his hand snaked its way under her to find her clit again. His fingers messily, eagerly drew circles in a pattern. Rook whimpered, feeling her climax approaching.

“Fen’Harel ma ghilana,” he whispered, his teeth grazing the space between her neck and shoulder before he unleashed himself inside of her, flooding her inside with hot, thick cum. A cry tore from her throat at the feeling, surrendering to her body’s satisfaction. She twitched under him, eyes rolled back in her head as she panted. Solas’s hand detached from her clit to rub soothing circles on her hip, gently detaching himself from her. 

Rook opened her eyes to look at him, watching as he laid himself next to her, brushing her hair back from her forehead. He gave her a soft, tired smile. She laughed and Solas was taken aback.

“Fen’Harel guides you? Seriously?” she asked, the absurdity of his final statement finally registering to her. Her laugh only grew louder at the way Solas looked off to the side, ears tinted pink. As he turned back to respond, the Fade prison faltered, and then disappeared as Rook woke. Over her stood Lucanis, his eyes were panicked.