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[arlathvhen]

In the dream, the three adults don't acknowledge the two of them. They seem almost frozen in place, slightly faded into the background. Beleth's focus is on the child, who peers at the two dreamers curiously, just as they had seemed to see her through the orb. Slowly, the baby reaches out, to met Solas' hand, and grab his finger.

And Beleth wants it. Watching Solas look upon the baby, and the baby stares back at him, unafraid. That baby seeing what Beleth sees every time she looks at Solas -- so much more than all of his titles, he is the man that she loves. He is her beloved. And she wants this proof of their love, a life they create together, wholly separate and more wonderful than either of them.

Slowly, she steps forward, reaches up to touch Solas' face, run her fingers down his jaw, then cup his cheek. Her smile is as full of love and gentleness as she is capable of. "You are a good husband, and you will be a good father. There is so much love in you, Sileal. And you deserve all the unconditional love that will be yours in turn. Neither will you be alone... between the three of us," And her eyes move across the adult figures, eyes all locked on the child, "I'm sure we'll figure it out, together."

They will. Whether or not Cordelia's orb was true hardly matters. It is the future that they desire, and between the three of them, what could possibly stop them from grasping it?

[goethbeforethefall]

He allows the touch, allows himself to be turned away, held close, and embraced. For a moment, everything in him wishes to rebel; to declare it all foolish, unknowable, impossible. But Wisdom wins out: what was the use? She was right. The fact that he wanted her to be right did not make it less true.

She declares him full of love and he feels himself a creature bound up entirely in uncertainty and fear, a broken figure of grief and regret.

But her faith in him has never wavered. He sighs, and bends his face against her hand, dropping his head forward in agreement. Yes. Yes, he will master his fear and forge ahead once more— had he not done so once already? It made no difference if it was into the Fade itself, or to this strange new reality, suffused in beauty and love. If anyone threatened them, his family, he would show them a Dread Wolf indeed...

"Var lath vir suledin," He whispers, almost in recognition. Her words, his wistful desire; if they commit to this path, it will be made true, "Ar lath ma, Vhenan."

[arlathvhen]

As he leans into her hand, Beleth moves until there is barely a breath's width between their bodies, her other hand wrapping around his body (he's gotten some weight on him, she thinks with pleasure, since he came back to Caldera. He'll gain more if she has it her way.), and closing what distance there had been. Her head rests against his chest as she looks up at him, still cradling his face.

"And I, you." She whispers to him, then gives a long, happy sigh. Content -- that is how she feels. Content in the world and her life. Wrapped around her heart, loved and loving. It hardly matters when this baby will come about: what matters is that it will, some day, and that Solas will be there for it, and happy that it has happened.

It's almost a strange feeling. To be so pleased with everything, with how it has all turned out.

"Kissing you in that dream, so long ago, was the best thing to ever happen to me." She tells him, voice only slightly muffled in his chest. "I love you so much, Sileal."