"Well, you know how she is." She comments lightly. Her relationship with Morrigan was -- long, sometimes fraught with clashing opinions. But it had stood the test of time, and Morrigan had somehow become a trusted advisor. And had stayed by Lavellan's side in the years she had endured after the Breach. Not a claim many could make.

She's enough in her own head that she's surprised at the mention of her arm. Ah, right. After so long with it, it caught her off guard sometimes, forgot she even had it. Her eyes turn to the carved wood, the straps that hold it to her arm, the small carvings of vines that twist around runes cleverly crafted into the wood. The wooden fingers flex under her gaze, and she gives a quiet laugh, suddenly self-conscious.

"Dagna made it for me. She tried to explain the technical details, but I fear much of the knowledge slipped in one ear and out the other. I've never been much for matters of magical crafting. I'm sure you would have understood." She glances up at Solas. He remains the most intelligent man that she's ever met. And she's just. Well. Some Dalish out of the woods. "But it will handle the water. I didn't want to bathe with one hand."