[ He nods again and it is almost comical the way his hat moves with it, obscuring his face for a brief moment. ]

Yes.

[ Brow furrows for a moment, there is a knot, small but there and noticeable. Solas is knotted up, but he cannot see most of them. He can see this one and compulsively he reaches out to try and tug at it. ]

Worried, so very worried. Left without a word, could not stay, would not be able to say goodbye. Snow cold around my feet, wind biting, better this way. [ He refocuses, looking at the elf. ] You think they hate you? Never want to see the damn elf again? No, don't hate. Angry, confused, but not hate.