"Months?" And Solas is staring at the egg even more now. He rests a hand on the top trying to sense any sort of life in it. Fae magic was something he had yet to understand. He pulls back his hand and shakes his head. She must have gotten to the body when it was less fresh though part of him wonders how difficult it would be to reconstruct a living skeleton.

"I look forward to seeing the results of your brother's... incubation." For lack of a better term. "Though I imagine having it jostled on trips to the waterside cannot help in his recovery."

Nor having it drawn on or decorated.