[ If Solas is at ease, then so is she, but she is not so foolish as to believe something is not unsettling him. Still, she believes it is the court itself; chaos, not order, though she can agree with some of their tenants (change is good, glamour is free) and understands why she is here...even if she does not agree with the choice. ]

There is...something here. Or, perhaps, it's the lack thereof.

[ Her frown is thoughtful rather than worried, but there is concern written in the set of her jaw and the furrow of her brow. ]

There is no Fade here, though I can still access my magic from what I can understand. It simply feels odd.

[ Unnatural might be the better word. But Solas would know more than she, and he would have answers and insight where she is only questioning. Her eyes wander to his face and she is surprised to see some flicker of emotion she has not seen before.

She reaches out for his arm. ]

Solas.

[ Nasrin chews briefly at the corner of her lip and she steps to the side, hoping he will look at her. ]

I'm here and safe. You don't need to worry any longer.

[ And she will admit there is a fondness in how she says it that is reflective in her voice, something she will not keep under wraps. What is friendship or care if it cannot be expressed? ]