Once she would have stood as proud opposition to his decree that the Dalish were beyond helping. Had she not listened? Had she not learned, and yet still been Dalish? But it hadn't mattered in the end, because they had been wrong. And not just about the source of the vallaslin, but about everything. About Arlathan, about the Evanuris, about the Dread Wolf. Returning to her clan is out of the question now, because she cannot be First. Cannot keep a culture and a history that is wrong.

And she is nothing apart from that. Nothing at all.

His question startles her out of her thoughts. She cannot look at herself in the mirror anymore, not without be reminded of how wrong she was, how wrong they were, how everything is a lie, and how there is nothing now supporting her. Not Inquisitor, not First, not even Dalish anymore; her reflection mocks her. "Not when I remember how you offered. What sort of gift was it supposed to be, Solas? 'I love you, let me tell you how your people were wrong'." And it would have been shameful to show up at Skyhold barefaced and heartbroken. She's glad she'd been saved from that embarrassment, at least.

The fact that she might now regret it, however, goes unsaid.