Part of her would rather take Lavellan up on the out that she was just given and dismiss the matter entirely. Yes, Jade has scars that time has failed to ever heal -- she has plenty of them, more than the ones she wears on her body. It digs into the flesh and into the mind, burrowing deep so that no amount of repression could possibly make her forget the smoldering fire.

At first she's silent, her expression unreadable. Her mask of jokes and smiles has been slipping more these days, and she hates that. Feels like there's only so much this façade can take before it starts to crack and people are able to see what she really is.

A broken murderer.

"Yeah," she finally says. "Springs seem pretty overrated, anyways."

Not that she would know much, since this is her first outing to one. She kicks at the water, causing more ripples to distort their reflections and any more memories that might rise to the surface.

"Pretending is about all I know. Had to. Sometimes in order to survive, and others in order to be of better use to others. My heritage, my home... Even my own damned name. All things I had to hide. Couldn't afford weakness, even when I was weak."

She always was.

A shuddering sigh escapes her breath as Jade's shoulders slump. "I'd almost forgotten what her face looked like... Rami's."