Ah. Small victories. Solas is smiling smugly to himself as he looks over the materials laid out before him. At least, until he feels the nagging pull of the bond as Strange gets farther away. It's when the man has reached a few steps into the upper floor that Solas feels himself being tugged toward the ladder.

He curses under his breath in elvhen as he moves towards the base of the ladder since apparently he's not allowed to work until the man is back down here. "You made the binding this short?" he calls up, more than a little annoyed.