It was a scene he had seen time and time again. One he often played a part in. The noble that had 'suffered' at the hands of another was fortunate they had not been cut down as repayment for what they forced on others. Too many abused their positions. The small bits of power they were given, while chained like the rest of them, caused a madness to overtake them. The trial would have gone far worse for the woman if the man had died, but Solas would have seen it as an act of justice.

He took no joy in appearing when her fate was decided for her. The day rang clearly in his mind as he watched her stand proudly. So that fierceness she displayed had not been a breaking point reached. He stands at Mythal's side and barely holds back a snarl when Elgar'nan's own speaks up. This could be the last he sees of her. She would not be the first bright flame the Evanuris has snuffed out long before its time. He steals one last, curious look at her as she is taken away and steels himself for what is to come next. Her fate was merely one of many to be decided today.

Elgar'nan's visits were far too frequent for Solas' liking, but that concern was one easily ignored by Mythal. It was a disruption they would bear for however long the pair saw it necessary and he stood near to dispel any tensions that arose between the Elgar'nan's company and their hosts.

It's the light catching in her hair that he sees first. The second, is the vallaslin she now bore. She had survived so far then and the Evanuris had seen fit to force her to accompany him here. He lets out a small sigh of annoyance and steps towards her. The unique pain that came with the branding of Elgar'nan's slaves was one he was unfortunately familiar with. No doubt the Evanuris had seen fit for her to manage it herself without the aid of someone who could see.

"I can ease the pain if it is unbearable," he offers once he is near, speaking plainly.