A year and a day and she would know where he was, and come for him. It was the only thing she could do, felt like it mattered. Perhaps she could have wished for Solas to not tear down the Veil, but Lavellan feels as if he would never appreciate being forced to do anything. No, it had to be of his own free will. And there was the challenge.

"It's certainly a change of pace," for the both of them, as well as the carnival. She's no fool -- she knows he must be as busy as she with his own plans. "Now we simply have to keep ourselves from getting used to it, or else the next time we're all thrown into danger we'll have forgotten how to deal with it." Something that could apply to more than just this place and danger, Lavellan thinks, but keeps her sigh to herself.