[Lad said nothing for a time, again trying to make sense of everything in his head. He was so confused as to why Solas, Mythal's favored, was being so... so... he didn't even have a word for it! But it wasn't how he should be treated, he knew that much. If others found out about just this moment alone he knew he would be punished for indulging and sullying one of such a high rank.]
But what about you? I... I must be heavy? And I've made you dirty... you must wish me to go?
[He says this but at the same time he clings tighter to Solas, praying he doesn't have to leave the warmth his arms brought.]
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But what about you? I... I must be heavy? And I've made you dirty... you must wish me to go?
[He says this but at the same time he clings tighter to Solas, praying he doesn't have to leave the warmth his arms brought.]