Solas makes a face at that news, not bothering to hide his annoyance to any who might be looking on. He was fortunate enough to be in a position where he could make his frustrations of Elgar'nan known. It was only when he became too vocal and troublesome with it that Mythal would reprimand him.

"Then I will show you. If we are fortunate, the flowers will be ready to bloom." He pauses as he considers his next words. "I may be able to bring something for us to drink."

An offer of respite, should she wish to accept it.