She wrings her hands nervously in her lap. "You're...not angry with me for being so careless?" she asks, knowing the answer and needing to hear it anyway.
In two quick strides, Solas crosses the rotunda to where she sits on the couch. He seizes her hands, pulls her to her feet, and tilts her face up to meet his. His eyes are glassy, glistening, and he makes no attempt to hide it.
Nor does he hide the way his voice trembles. "You are my love," he whispers fiercely. "My heart. The mother of my child." Then he laughs, full-throated and joyous, picks her up in his arms, and spins her around as effortlessly as a leaf in a spring wind.
"I'm ecstatic," he says, the tears finally falling from his eyes. "Oh, vhenan, I didn't know it was possible to love you more than I already did." He puts her down and he's kissing her, gentle and fierce and tender all at once, his arms pressing her into him as though he never intends to let go. She feels his hands run up her back, his leg braced between hers as she clings to him for dear life.
When it's over, she feels Solas's tears on her cheeks, sees her own on his. "Well," she says, "you and I have a great deal to learn in the next seven months."
Solas laughs again, louder, and the rich sound rings off the walls of the rotunda. "Perhaps we should begin by seeing if there are any useful books in the library," he says, gesturing overhead. "You can horrify Dorian."
"No need for that." Dorian's head appears over the railing above them, grinning like a loon. "Already plenty horrified. Congratulations, by the way. I hope I won't be expected to babysit."
"You were the first on my list," she quips, and the expression on Dorian's face before he hurriedly disappears sends both of them into fits of laughter, clinging to each other for support. Solas's cheeks are flushed, his eyes dancing, and in that moment, the last several thousand years never happened at all.