[Lad immediately regretted bringing it up, and reached out to place one hand over Solas'. He had not wanted to interrupt his drawing, but calming Solas took precedence. His other hand went up to Solas' head to bring it down so he could press his lips to Solas' temple, gently shushing him to try and calm him.

He had yet to realize it, but normally he would grow frightened when others angered, and yet he did not fear Solas. He'd reason later that it must have been because Solas was growing angry on his behalf, rather than at him as was usually the case.]

It is alright Solas, I told you, I'm fortunate. I did not stand out among those gifted in intelligence or physical strength, but I was personable so they waited until I grew to see if I would be attractive enough to be a courtesan. I was not one of the unfortunate children.