"Same for you."

"What're you thinking about?"

"Just now," he says, "I was wondering if you have been getting enough sleep."

Giggle. "I've been sleeping more than normal, actually." Because sleeping means talking to El, now, rather than missing interesting things. 

"And you have not had any unwelcome visitors in your dreams?"

She's pretty sure the Truths don't count; unlike El, she likes them, and she also suspects the fact that she and El can talk at all now is basically thanks to them. 

"No?"

He nods. "I ask merely because I have been confronted in my own dreams by spirits who were searching for yours. Whatever protections you have are formidable indeed."

...Hmmm...

She probably shouldn't hint at the existence of the Gate but she's so curious. "Have any - gone missing, or seemed to be... Well, missing something? That were looking for me?"

Solas tilts his head. "Not such that I could tell..."

Hum again. "Good."

"Is that a potential concern I should be aware of?"

" - Yeah. I mean, I think finding my dreams just won't work, but I really wouldn't suggest succeeding."

"I will share the warning," he says, lips quirking slightly.

" - Just so we're clear, are you planning to try?"

"No," he says, "I am not. My impression of you is that you would not take such an act well."

"Yeah, I wouldn't."

He inclines his head in acknowledgement.

"And you? What is on your mind?"

"Some refugees in the Hinterlands asked for the Inquisition's aid in securing themselves."

"And your Inquisition intends to provide it?"

"We do."

"A noble aim, quite contrary to the old stories."

"What are the old stories?"

"Fanatic soldiers, spreading fear and terror with fire and steel."

"That's not what I heard earlier..."

"Is that really so surprising?"

"It'd be more surprising if every perspective was the same. Whose perspective are these old stories from?"