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Who: Solas and everyone!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: On board the Marsiva, should you want!
When: 20th onwards

[ This time, when Solas wakes up, he doesn't fall out of the bed. (There are small mercies.) Instead, he stands, a little unsteady on his feet, but rising to appear taller and a little stronger than the last time he was present on the fleet. His clothes, too, are different, and he looks a little more... Regal than he had been. He's certainly less on edge than his first arrival, shifting to realign the video feed so he can tilt his head, almost smiling. ]

The Marsiva, I imagine.

[ He doesn't want to ask if anyone he remembers is around - a part of him is afraid of the answer. It could be that they've gone and relived things just as he has, and if that's the case... Perhaps it would be better not to spend too long searching for them. If they wanted to speak to him they would find him; it's never stopped them in the past.

Still. ]

I should welcome myself back. [ A pause, then - ] I am Solas, for those that don't recognise me.

[ What else can he say? He turns his head, gaze set for a moment, before he simply fights a sigh and turns the feed off. ]

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My condolences all the same.

May I ask how long you were in this place prior to being taken back to your home?

Only a few months, enough time to become accustomed to it - which I am sure is a source of great amusement to Atroma.

They do seem to take interest in our distress. [it's cruel.] I hope you won't remain here as long this time.

I admit, it would not be such a hardship. I have friends here, those that I would miss if I were absent.

I'm glad you've managed to find a silver lining in our situation, then.

Ah, is that what it is? I'll have to keep that in mind, should anyone ask.

Do you consider it something different?

Perhaps it is more an unfortunate positive, though I suppose the two could be one and the same.