"Oh, do you prefer swords? Or other melee weaponry? They are certainly useful, but I prefer not having to get in a demon's face in order to kill it." Gadriel has already noted the whole being small thing. And it's not like there are other options, right? Right?? What's a gunpowder.

And then Gadriel has to go and remind Lavellan that whatever he is, weird and paranoid templar or not, he is, after all, a person. A person with a brother that he mourned. A flash in her mind, of a man who looked so alike her, but with bright, flashing green eyes, instead of her own purple eyes. A warm smile, that she missed dearly.

"You're right," The admittance is quiet. "I won't forget any of them. I can't. I owe them all my life a thousand times over. Ir abelas: I am sorry for your loss. I'm sure he was a fine man." Hopefully a touch less paranoid about demons around every corner, though.