[ he fits the new information into the gaps in his knowledge that have eaten at him for two and a half years. his silence is not ignoring solas, only pulling together the threads that have for so long seemed unconnected.

he has the full tapestry, now, not merely frayed ends. he needs to comfort his friend, first, but already he is adjusting his plans to make room for the truth, so long hidden from his sight. ]

Solas, [ he says, and when the other elf does not look up, he says again, sharper, ] Solas.

This is not beyond repair. There is yet space to make things right.

[ corypheus must fall, first, but this world is unblemished beyond the blight, and even that is not so insurmountable as melkor nor sauron. so many of thedas' problems would be solved by the guarding hand of a people unrestrained by time. thranduil has questions, chiefest among them the containment of the evanuris, the forgotten ones, but they can wait.

he steps closer and offers his hand. ]

You did well. I will thank you for it, if no one else has.