Solas is watching as Strange approaches the corpse and fails more than once to do as he had promised. As Solas had suspected. He's about to make a sarcastic comment regarding Strange's magical abilities when the man manages something.

His brows furrow and he focuses on the black fog that's coming out of the dead woman. Whatever this man had done it wasn't planned and that made it far more dangerous of a magic to handle. How far would Strange go to finish this plan of his? No matter, all Solas had to do was get them far enough to retrieve his focus and the rest would fall into place. Solas doesn't want to be tied longer to Strange than needed if the man is willing to destroy himself for this.

With a shake of his head, Solas stands tall and seemingly unmoved. "You may have need to cover your whole body with rot before you see this through," he remarks idly and begins inspecting the enchantments more closely. "Your magic is patchwork. I will need time to decipher it and see if I have a way to strengthen its effects."