If only her gods weren't false, she could have someone to blame. If only she could yell at him and beat her fists against his chest while she tells him she wishes Fen'harel would take him. But every aspect of her faith rings hollow, and the stories of the Dread Wolf simply ironic when faced with the subject of them. As it is, they only have themselves to blame.

Lavellan huffs a laugh at that, shaking her head as she keeps her strides even with Solas's. "I think the only thing she found amusing about the image was the idea of how undignified you must have looked. Although I am curious -- did you ever piss it? The fact you had to stop and think about it is troubling, you understand." She can't help but be amused by it all, and it must have happened during the youth he is so careful to distance himself from. As if he needed to -- that was no doubt thousands of years ago.