Fascination mixes with an odd, almost primal terror as they move inside of the tunnels. The feeling that she should be surfacing, that she should be screaming for air. That she is surrounded on all sides by dense rock, that if the rebreather should cease to provide air, she will be stuck here--but still, she's always been one to embrace new things.

Though. Maybe it will be the last time for this particular one.

The thought is dashed from her head when they breach the cave, and Lavellan quite nearly gasps, air bubbles escaping her as she looks around. It is only Solas grasping her arm that stops her from drawing closer, like a moth to a flame. This was more than worth the trek here, and Lavellan's face is alight with wonder as she looks around.

But Solas draws her back down, and she glances at the entrance. Ah, right. Well, there is one thing that she did make sure to have on hand with her, when she thought she would be leaving with Solas. After a little fumbling, she pulls it out and presents it: a small compact of lipstick.