Solas is the only one who has that luxury. Lavellan doesn't have time, she doesn't have ages ahead of her and ages of past behind her. Just a mortal woman, no matter what the world has tried to make of her. "Perhaps that is how you see it, Solas. But a year is--" It's a year she's not back in Thedas, working to counter him, to find him. This will be better, she knows, but it's still a year.

"Merely curious. There aren't many people here, and I'd hate to find myself rooming with the one person I can't stand." Not that she's come across someone like that, but-- one never knew.