It is the most that can be allowed. I will be on guard until she returns.

[ Solas watches his friend prepare, his gaze dropping down to the ring. There’s hesitance there - it’s not as though his friendships are any secret, but few have been so content to have him declared so obviously. All in the Inquisition will know Solas did not get the ring himself for himself.

It is a good thing all the same. ]

I will wear it well and hope it brings fortune. The Dalish will not welcome me truly, but I may be afforded some kindness.

[ But, hm. He frowns, sly eyes drinking in Thranduil properly. ]

I do not know what you mean.

[ Yes he does. He slips on the ring, on the middle finger of his right hand. ]