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"What." Solas grinned at Nadia. "Sergei always wanted to be a police officer?" She paused. "He's had that justice boner since childhood?" Another pause, and then Solas gasped and reached out to hold Nadia's arm. "Nadia---does your mother keep projects you guys did in grade school? Because I'd kill to see a little Sergei's 'this is what I want to be when I grow up' crayon doodle." Her grin then widened at the thought, and she let go of Nadia's arm. Solas fell into a thoughtful silence.

No, she didn't know anything Nadia was describing. She didn't know what it was like to chase a passion to the point it caused one to lose those she cared about. She didn't know what it was like to need to go back to her planet because her well being depended on it. Perhaps the most heartbreaking, hearing Nadia say those words, was that she didn't know how it felt to give up a life passion like that. Hearing Nadia talk like that though, she could feel the weight in her words.

"Do you have this association now...that ballet caused you to lose so much?" She asked, after a moment.

Solas snapped her fingers. "Damn." Robbed of seeing Sergei crayon drawings. She smiled though at the offer. "I would love to see those." She replied. "Any pictures of you guys growing up I'd be delighted to see."

She quietly watched the woman, and didn't say anything as she startled and looked away. It was here, that Solas didn't know what to say, and she didn't try to fill the silence with empty words. Instead she rolled and reached for Nadia. Solas pulled the woman into her arms, and rested her chin on top of her head. After some time, she said, "You'll figure it out. It's alright that it's not right now, or tomorrow, or next week. You'll figure it out in time."