If he minded it, he does not show it, instead allowing her to press into his hand as she wants. Has she had time to mourn what she has lost? She has yet to even heal from the physical wounds of it. The rest, would take even longer.

His magic continues in a slow flow. Light, but enough. The last she needs is for this to overwhelm her, to overtake what little of her senses she has left to her.

"Solas," he supplies readily. "I would be glad to know yours as well, if you wished to share it."