<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">Without word, he let the woman lead him to their destination. Once they got inside, he stepped in as the door locked.<br/><br/>Back facing the exit door, Solas raised his left hand to his head and removed the elastic band that was holding his hair back. The headache made the scalp pain feel irritable. With his right, he ran his fingers through his raven locks, straightening them with the tips of his fingers as he scanned the area.<br/><br/>He wasn't too sure how he was going to tell about the one issue he was facing. It was something that he could have solved without anyone's help but then, doing it alone could leave way too much chaos in his wake. As she approached him once again, Solas tucked his hands inside his back pockets and stood facing the female, putting a little bit of his weight on his right leg. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"you what...? You need...? We all need and want. That's a given. What do you want from me?"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''How can I even explain this to you''</span> He began, avoiding eye contact for a moment. His ancient instincts had served him well over the years, and his instincts today told him not to give away too much information. <span style="font-style: italic">''I need to feed.''</span> Biting the inside of his lips, he continued, now crossing arms against his chest. <span style="font-style: italic">''Blood... I haven't fed for over two hundred years.''</span> For now, he paused, allowing the woman to think about what he just said, before giving her whatever information she could need now in order to help him out. He brushed past her, looking for somewhere where he could sit.</span><br/></ul>