[ Another pause, shorter than the last and yet so much more prominent. It all comes together in a whirlwind of emotions she can't quite parse. Confused, slightly angry, but mostly saddened by this realization. Her fingers unfurl, resting against parted lips. Stunned. ]

You — you are the dread wolf. [ Not a question so much as a statement she feels needs to be said aloud, for confirmation. But she's heard the tales, and she'd like to think she understood them. ] All those tales you told me were spoken from experience, not merely stories. I ...

Has 'Solas' been a lie, or is there truth to that as well?