The only thing that gets him to pause is Strange's sudden stopping. He scowls at the loss of progress, but he has a feeling the other man would fall sooner if he didn't take a break. So be it. This isn't Solas' first time staying out in the wilderness and he starts making meagre preparations for camp. At least, the parts he cares about which center primarily around a few glyphs on the perimeter of camp to act as magical guard against any hostile creatures and warnings.

"You do only need to rest for one night, correct?" What with the self-inflicted pain and all.