<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="color: #408080">::Nighttime::</span></span></span><br/><br/>The cerulean, angelic form stood in a corner and watched as a man escorted two other men, along with a female and a child into the deepest tunnels of the cavern. Solas's spirit recognized the woman, himself and his long time friend and companion. He followed them into what looked like a kitchen where a table made of stones hosted food and liquors. As he approached the table, he felt something reaching out to him, calling. The cerulean energy found itself standing again in the center of a highway as the time now lurched forward with the same step-wise approach as before, and it transported him back to the present.<br/><br/>Sola's eyes fluttered open, one hand rising up to rub against the side of his face. His jaw clenched and the man stared at Millicient for a moment, puzzled.  Heart racing, hammering inside his chest, he gently pushed the woman's hand away and rose to his feet, refusing to buckle to his current emotions which caused mayhem in his heart and brain. <br/><br/>As he fought to regain his composure, the man regarded the woman with am old sentiment he could not comprehend. He did not remember everything but it was the kind of sentiment that made a Fallen want to exile themselves for eternity. He shivered slightly as he backed away, head swimming a little.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''I fed too much for a first, I believe.''</span></span> Came his voice, looking away from the woman to put his thoughts in order. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''The mortal suffered from Septicemia and the fact that I haven't quenched my thirst in ages, made me vulnerable to a point where I couldn't handle an ill person's blood. Well, I am simply assuming.'' </span></span> He said, forcing a tremulous smile.<br/><br/>Solas approached the windows and stood there for a while, peeking out the open glass windows.  <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"I was, unconscious. Not proud of it, I should be ashamed."</span></span> He said with a lopsided grin as he looked away from the passengers to cast a quick glance over his right shoulder. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"The inviting aroma coming from the Steak House across the street drew the weakness from the toxin out. Marvelous, eh?"</span></span> The man stepped towards the woman and paused, crossing his arms and holding them against his chest. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"I hope that you had a delightful bath. You've needed it. I was thinking that, you, the child and I could go out to have a proper dinner, unless you want it delivered. You choose. Let us cooperate now as a team, shall we?"</span></span> With a smile, Solas' left brow rose and formed a small arch as he awaited her response impatiently; eyes unintentionally lowering slowly, dilated pupils magnetically drawn to her form.</span></ul><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[[OOC: If you accept the invite to go out for dinner, you can just say that Solas agreed to meet her at the restaurant. I was also thinking that this would give Isolde a good chance to finally interact with them.]]</span>