Bull could keep his cards close to his (expensive) chest when he had a mind to, but even so, Lavellan would have expected more of a reaction about her reveal of Solas' nature, had he not known. At the very least, razzing him about being a weirdo after all.
Instead, he just silently listens, thinking over her story. When he asks, she steels herself, and continues.
"Well, Solas was of great help against the Evanuris, as I understand it, though Rook and her crew did most of the legwork and the actual fighting." She tugs on a lock of wayward curl, recalling the notes that had been sent to her on the subject. "They spent a lot of time fighting the various minions of the Evanuris and trying to keep them from sowing discord. I'm afraid I wasn't much help for most of it, busy as I was with the Venatori and the Blight in the South. They nearly overran Orlais and Ferelden."
The next part, at least, was easy enough to share, as she'd actually been there. "Well, Elgar'nan took over Minrathous, and he had this dragon -- twice again the size of any I'd seen before, it's a shame you didn't see it. Solas turned into a wolf nearly as large, and you'd think I'd stop being surprised by him at some point..." A soft sigh followed. He'd managed to continue the trend, even here. Maybe in a few centuries, she'd have the full make of him.
"But he killed the dragon, allowing Rook to kill Elgar'nan. After that, before he could get any bright ideas, several of us, including myself, came to him, and pleaded with him to see reason. Truthfully, I was not fully sure that he'd agree." The thought hurts, to question him, but how could she not? How could she not be doubtful? Still, she'd had something more important -- hope. And it was that which had won the day. "But he did. He tied his life to the Veil, and it will not fall now, unless he does."
Turning back to Bull, she gives him a slightly wane smile. "And then he tried to take off without me again, but I am, as ever, very convincing."
It was more than what he'd asked for. A peace offering, in a way. A show of trust. He was a good friend, and she had missed him. He deserved the full story.
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Instead, he just silently listens, thinking over her story. When he asks, she steels herself, and continues.
"Well, Solas was of great help against the Evanuris, as I understand it, though Rook and her crew did most of the legwork and the actual fighting." She tugs on a lock of wayward curl, recalling the notes that had been sent to her on the subject. "They spent a lot of time fighting the various minions of the Evanuris and trying to keep them from sowing discord. I'm afraid I wasn't much help for most of it, busy as I was with the Venatori and the Blight in the South. They nearly overran Orlais and Ferelden."
The next part, at least, was easy enough to share, as she'd actually been there. "Well, Elgar'nan took over Minrathous, and he had this dragon -- twice again the size of any I'd seen before, it's a shame you didn't see it. Solas turned into a wolf nearly as large, and you'd think I'd stop being surprised by him at some point..." A soft sigh followed. He'd managed to continue the trend, even here. Maybe in a few centuries, she'd have the full make of him.
"But he killed the dragon, allowing Rook to kill Elgar'nan. After that, before he could get any bright ideas, several of us, including myself, came to him, and pleaded with him to see reason. Truthfully, I was not fully sure that he'd agree." The thought hurts, to question him, but how could she not? How could she not be doubtful? Still, she'd had something more important -- hope. And it was that which had won the day. "But he did. He tied his life to the Veil, and it will not fall now, unless he does."
Turning back to Bull, she gives him a slightly wane smile. "And then he tried to take off without me again, but I am, as ever, very convincing."
It was more than what he'd asked for. A peace offering, in a way. A show of trust. He was a good friend, and she had missed him. He deserved the full story.