Lavellan lets him go through his various facial journeys as he learns about the current circumstances, hands clasped behind her, face politely turned to observe the rest of the tavern. She has yet to meet anyone who has knowledge further than her own--everyone that she's spoken to has been from various degrees of the past. So it's a conversation that she is accustomed to, and tries to treat with the care that she'd hope for should someone from the future come to her.

Though she's fairly sure any future in Thedas will not involve her.

When he gives his own answer, she turns back to him, and there's a moment where she has to think, as well. Place the date into her time frame. It's a long ways back. "The year the mages rebelled against the Chantry. I believe that the Divine was already putting things in place to attempt to restart the Inquisition, to soothe the crisis. But...Well. You can probably guess, I was not their first choice." She gives a self-depreciating laugh, gesturing at, well. All of herself.

"Certain events took place the following year, and all their plans were rendered quite moot. Though I did take care of the mage and templar situation." She waves her hand dismissively. Just one crisis out of many. "I will not bore you with any details you do not wish to know, though I'm happy to fill in what I can. However..." And now she turns to Felassan, her face carefully polite and friendly.

"...I do not wish to be spinning stories with a stranger." And then her expression turns expectant. She gave him her name, after all.