She appreciates his discretion, Solas or no. She's too reserved to be able to take such a declaration without risk of exploding.
He guides her off to the table, and Lavellan follows along obediently, trying to ignore the apprehension starting to climb up her spine. He's right, of course, that the conversation needed to be held more privately, and she takes the chair, even as her mind is working away. Because it's not as though she dislikes Bull--quite the opposite. But the topic that he's poking at--she tried to be a little vague. But she should've known better.
Briefly, stupidly, she wishes that she were better at lying, or that she was more willing to do it to him. But she isn't, and she's not. Instead, she clasps her hands on top of the table, lips thinned. "The latter is the easier. The Evanuris wield the blight, in a way I've never seen. Corypheus was a child with a toy hammer, in comparison. They can grow it, and turn people into...monsters." An unpleasant topic, but easy enough to explain. It is the next one that she is unsure how to bridge. Or more truthfully, she doesn't want to.
"I don't suppose you know much of the Dalish mythology? It is said that the Creators, our gods, were sealed away by the Dread Wolf. Fen'Harel, we called him."
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He guides her off to the table, and Lavellan follows along obediently, trying to ignore the apprehension starting to climb up her spine. He's right, of course, that the conversation needed to be held more privately, and she takes the chair, even as her mind is working away. Because it's not as though she dislikes Bull--quite the opposite. But the topic that he's poking at--she tried to be a little vague. But she should've known better.
Briefly, stupidly, she wishes that she were better at lying, or that she was more willing to do it to him. But she isn't, and she's not. Instead, she clasps her hands on top of the table, lips thinned. "The latter is the easier. The Evanuris wield the blight, in a way I've never seen. Corypheus was a child with a toy hammer, in comparison. They can grow it, and turn people into...monsters." An unpleasant topic, but easy enough to explain. It is the next one that she is unsure how to bridge. Or more truthfully, she doesn't want to.
"I don't suppose you know much of the Dalish mythology? It is said that the Creators, our gods, were sealed away by the Dread Wolf. Fen'Harel, we called him."