He traveled enough to become familiar with it. Ice had always been an element he had an affinity for, the one he developed a proficiency with first along with healing. The latter benefitted greatly from his friendship and knowledge of spirits.

"It was deceptive that way," he remarks. "No matter how new it appeared, it always held the same beneath." Much like he had with her. Nothing would change who he truly was. That he was not Solas, but Fen'harel. What would the legends say of him this time, if he failed? Not that it would matter at that point, he had heard more than enough of what the legends had to say about him.

He watches her curiously for a moment before asking, "If you had your wish, where would you return to in Thedas?"