I will look after her as much as I am able,[ he says, turning his back on solas and going to his chest of drawers, digging for something among small bundles of fabric. ] but I fear I will be preoccupied. There is talk of speaking with the Archon. It may just be talk, but...

[ he finds what he was looking for, stands, and turns back. he reaches for solas' hand, and presses a ring into his hand. ]

Mind this for me, while I am away?