The truth hasn't changed her feelings, and Lavellan finds that equally as devastating as what he'd confessed to her. He has taken so much from her, has left her with nothing but her name and a burden she doesn't know how to deal with, and yet she still loves him. It isn't fair. And yet now they are as equal as they have never been before -- she is not Inquisitor, and he is not lying.

She doesn't know if it's enough to pull him back.

But the memory makes her grin, shaking her head. "You got her back well enough. She spent a few days after asking me how I knew I was a mage, and was only satisfied when I told her she would have known by then." But the young woman, despite their contentious relationship, was still a member of the Inquisition. Was a member.