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sidewaysLewen regarded Solas as a respected elder and field advisor of sorts; a magical and historical counterpart to Cass, who he would consult more for tactics and human matters. He also genuinely liked the man! Found him prickly and aloof, yes, but (for all that Solas would probably hate to hear it) Lewen had attended at least one Arlathvhen as official First and seen his fair share of pretentious Keepers who were dead convinced they alone had unlocked the lost secrets of Arlathan, so the grumpy scholar schtick was an amusing familiarity and he enjoyed their debates. At the same time it became very clear that for every bit of information Solas imparted there were two more things he was keeping under his cloak, and his eventual disappearance was a disappointment but not exactly a surprise.
Of course, years later, Trespasser flying elbow-dropped onto the scene and Lewen…struggled a lot with working out how to feel about the MASSIVE THEOLOGICAL CRISIS as a previously pretty devout Dalish. A long processing period was required, and his friendship with Solas didn’t quite survive the carnage. He still intends to try and bring him ‘round, but it’s more out of respect for the relationship they used to have than continued warm feelings, though there is some hope that those fond memories weren’t a sham. He finds Solas’ scheme pretty horrific otherwise, and that Solas can look at the world around him and see so little value in it that he would seek its destruction - see so little value in Lewen’s people - is way more fuckin’ offensive than those debates ever were. There’s a lot of anger slowly brewing that Lewen will have to work out how to handle - a particular personal challenge for someone who has so often deferred their own emotions for the sake of their role.
Plus now he has to lie awake staring blankly at the sky with the thought “I have heard Fen’Harel, the Dread Wolf, literal boogeyman of my childhood fart in his sleep” circling endlessly in his head and on some levels that’s more traumatising than the arm thing.
Of course, years later, Trespasser flying elbow-dropped onto the scene and Lewen…struggled a lot with working out how to feel about the MASSIVE THEOLOGICAL CRISIS as a previously pretty devout Dalish. A long processing period was required, and his friendship with Solas didn’t quite survive the carnage. He still intends to try and bring him ‘round, but it’s more out of respect for the relationship they used to have than continued warm feelings, though there is some hope that those fond memories weren’t a sham. He finds Solas’ scheme pretty horrific otherwise, and that Solas can look at the world around him and see so little value in it that he would seek its destruction - see so little value in Lewen’s people - is way more fuckin’ offensive than those debates ever were. There’s a lot of anger slowly brewing that Lewen will have to work out how to handle - a particular personal challenge for someone who has so often deferred their own emotions for the sake of their role.
Plus now he has to lie awake staring blankly at the sky with the thought “I have heard Fen’Harel, the Dread Wolf, literal boogeyman of my childhood fart in his sleep” circling endlessly in his head and on some levels that’s more traumatising than the arm thing.
