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{A gasp escaped his lips as the stream of tears escaped her now glistening eyes. He quickly walked infront of her, kneeled, pressed two hands on each side of her face, and let his thumbs wipe away any tears that were left behind of her beautiful face.
“Da’len, Please do not cry. You are not a fool, you are wise to question me, it means you care, Da’len." Solas murmured, wrapping his arms around the eleven inquisitor, he lightly kissed her cheek.
After a while he detached himself from his lover. “You are probably stressed lavellan. You are to early of a stage to be feeling fatigue. Though, it would be wise to rest." ~}
He was right, like always. Moira was stressed beyond belief. Though how could she not be? So many people were depending on her and now this? Closing her eyes she gave a nod, now was not the time to fall apart. There would be time for that later -- hopefully. "You're right Solas. I should rest." Looking up at him she smiled before leaning in to brush her lips against his lightly. There was something about his touch, it always calmed her. "I'm sure I'll feel better after I rest and we will take this one day at a time. and I pray to whatever Gods may be out there that we make it through all of this safely."
