Fortunately Solas is listening. If there's one thing he wants right now, it's to know what he's dealing with. He knew Strange was grief-stricken, obsessed with the passing of a loved one, but now he had a better idea of how much this was the case. When Strange stops walking, Solas only pauses for a brief second to make sure the man wasn't about to fall over and die before he keeps going. They had ground to cover and the man had said he was fit for travel. It was time to make good on that.

"How did she die?" He saw no visible markings on the corpse, no maiming. He would hazard a guess at disease.