Inwardly she beamed at Solas' approval of the way she had chosen to use the garden area, happy that he concurred with her decision. And he was right, as pretty and religiously neutral as it made them, it also provided them with resources without always having to leave Skyhold to get them. "I still haven't managed to get the crystal grace to grow, though. I'll have to find some when we're next in the Hinterlands."
She said offhandedly, a statement she wasn't really expecting a reply to.
His silence about Andraste and prayer was not surprising, for she was already well aware that he did not believe. The subject of elven religion, however, was muddier. She knew well his feelings about the dalish though didn't fully understand his thoughts about the pantheon, though his skin free of vallaslin did make her wonder. It wasn't something she brought up lightly, however. Religion was not a subject she shied away from, bearing the symbol of June proudly, but it was also not something she brought up lightly with Solas or with others. Her faith was her own and she was comfortable enough in her beliefs that she did not feel the need to bring it up at every passing moment. Unlike some of the Andrastians she'd met.
The expression that flashed across his face was lost on her, and she was almost sad that he felt the need to hide, and then more humorously she wondered if he could teach her. She was fairly certain she was as easy to read sometimes as an open book, and she dreaded the thought of going to Orlais at taking part in 'The Game', unsure whether she'd be any good at it. Still, she cherished the smile he did allow her to see, and while her tone had been flirtatious she reached out softly, innocently, to take his hand, her thumb moving softly against his knuckles. Vela wasn't about to try anything unless she was entirely sure that Solas would reciprocate, and honestly, she wasn't entirely sure.
Still, he hadn't pulled away from her hand so she led him, fingers meshed together, up the winding stairs to her room. She hesitated at her door only because he was about to see a little bit about her, but she opened it nonetheless and dropped his hand as they entered the spacious room.
It had taken a while to get used to, more used to sleeping on soft moss beneath stars or curled with soft blankets arranged into a cosy nest within the aravels. It was sparsely decorated, most surfaces dotted by some sort of potted plant or animal carving, and the bed simple. It was clear she had tried to make it feel more like home. "We can put the pillows on the floor, if you like." An offering, an attempt to make things less intimate, if he so wished.