The memory brings up plenty of complicated feelings for Lavellan herself. She isn't ashamed of her actions, of course--she had carefully thought out what would be the best plan of action, and achieved just that. To someone she knew better, someone she trusted with her plotting, she would be quite proud of it. To someone she barely knew, it felt--vulnerable.

She doesn't like feeling vulnerable.

And speaking of which, she sees a memory in the waters, starts tensing up for what else will be revealed about her--but it's not about her. There is a child who is hurt, and--a pit grows in Lavellan's stomach, cold and heavy, as she realizes that she is not the only one whose vulnerability has been revealed by the warm waters of the spring. The coldness grows in her veins as the implications are made clear, and her thoughts turn to her own mother. The woman that would never win any awards for parental love, who had disagreed with all that Lavellan had made of her life. But never was a hand raised to her. Never did she doubt, at the end of the day, that her mother loved her.

Not everyone could claim the same.

Impulsively, she reaches out, hand slapping down at the water, stirring it up and rendering the image unreadable. She would not sit here and impose herself upon Jade and her memories in such a manner, nor would she make herself watch it.

"...I am sorry." Her voice is quiet, and she turns to let Jade collect herself, if necessary.