It's a calmness she's only found infuriating when turned on her, as in this moment. Lavellan grits her teeth but nods; a year and a day was not too much to ask for, but she hadn't realized she'd be racing against his clock as well, for whatever he wanted. And it would set her far behind, potentially

A brow raises at that -- she hadn't intended the slight, he should still know that she -- well. It hardly mattered. "You might be asked to room with Sera, if she's lucky enough to join us," Lavellan teases, knowing full well his opinion of the other elf.