Solas drags himself into his room after his return from the day’s quests, eager to slip into the Fade for the night. He pulls off his pelt and opens the closet to put it away.
Solas: Inquisitor?!
The Inquisitor appears to be in the middle of building a shoe rack.
Inquisitor: ...You saw nothing.
Solas: What in -
Shoes start pouring in from the windows.
Solas: - the world?!
The Inquisitor is suddenly behind him.
Inquisitor: THE SHOES, SOLAS.
Solas: What?!
Inquisitor: THEY’RE FOR YOU, SOLAS.
She tackles him to the ground and tries to jam shoes onto his feet.
Inquisitor: DON’T STRUGGLE. I DO THIS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.
Solas: I don’t want shoes! I want to feel the sweet earth between my toes!
Inquisitor: But they’re Orlesian!