"I'm not upset. I was worried about how you would react to what I'd said." Kita frowns slightly, brushing her fingers through his hair. "I was afraid that what I said would make you leave..."
Solas gave a humourless laugh, resting his head on her shoulder. "I should leave... I know I should, but... I don't want you going off on some suicide gig again..."
Kita sighs. "You should stay and let me really be happy for once," she says, only half teasing.
"Fine, fine..." Solas muttered, pulling his head back up to look at her. "But only if it really, truly makes you happy."
Kita smiles softly, nodding. "It does, Solas. I swear, you leaving would have been the end of me, but you staying... I can't begin to explain how much that means to me."
Solas shook his head with a small smirk. "You really are a strange one, darling. You act like you're in love with me already."
"Would you really have a problem with that?" Kita teases, tracing his lips.
"Well... I would have to question your sanity, obviously," Solas said with a little laugh. "But... I don't suppose there's too much of a problem..."
Kita laughs softly. "Question my sanity more than you already do, you mean."
"Yes," Solas admitted. "And I already question it quite a bit..."
Kita sighs, resting her head against his chest. "But you won't hurt me... Why is it so crazy for me to trust you?"
Could she hear the absence of a heartbeat from there..? "Because how can you know for sure? I might kill you later. You never know."
"I don't know for sure, but sometimes you have to trust in something that isn't for a certainty," Kita murmurs, shrugging.
"And you decide to trust in a demonic being that was ready to rip your soul out of your body not that long ago," Solas says, shaking his head. "Incredible."
Kita sighs, pulling away, looking just the slightest bit hurt by that. "You said you couldn't, though..."
"I know." Solas let out a deep breath, gently pulling her back to him. "I'm just saying... I don't even trust myself. It's just a little strange having someone trust me, believe me. That's all."
"I know how that is... I've never had anyone to trust, let alone anyone who would trust me. I'm too... unstable, you could say." Kita frowns slightly, shaking her head. "Maybe they're all right. Maybe I am too unstable to be trusted."
"No," Solas said softly, playing absently with her hair. "If you were too unstable, I wouldn't have picked you. Still, though - don't trust me unless I've given you a very good reason to. You don't know if I've been lying this entire time. I could just be waiting till you fall asleep."
"You said I've given you plenty of chances, though. If you really were going to steal my soul, I'm sure you would have by now," Kita argues gently. "What good would waiting do when I've already given up on trying to stop you if you wanted to take my soul?"
Solas was quiet for a minute before sighing in defeat. "I don't know," he admitted. "Anyway, how's your arm? Did the blood ever stop?" Hopefully it did; a demon not doing well around blood was probably pathetic, he knew, but he couldn't help that.