"Enough to make a fair start," she counters, but it's his second statement that causes her to sober, amusement flooding from her face. He's right, of course. They will have to face each other one day. Sooner, with their contracts, rather than later. Lavellan falls silent, focusing on her steps in the snow even as her face betrays the way her heart twists -- emotions flickering across it as soon as they register.

Eventually she speaks again -- from the heart, as she always has done. "You act as if that can be made more difficult than it already is, Solas. Believe me when I tell you it cannot, for what more is there for you to do?" He is already going to destroy the world, and she will have to stop him or die trying. Whatever fleeting moments of casual encounters they have here won't change that.