As long as she must, and then again every time they met each other. What anger burns under her skin at the thought of him is tempered by the desire to steer him away from the path he's on; he can't be allowed to return to Thedas to burn it all, he can't. "I'm not sure if picking our own is any better than being assigned ones."

Which will be their fate once the carnival packs up and moves on. Lavellan can only hope fate will be kind to the both of them, but sure doubts it.