As if the ruins, the remains of the library, weren't enough to convey the scope of what they'd lost. Selfish of him, Lavellan thinks, to assume that only he has known loss; all of Thedas has suffered in some way, more recent than the moment the Veil went up. But their strength was not dwelling in the past but in accepting, in moving forward, surviving.

She huffs, shaking her head at him. "I am not an exception to the rest of the Dalish, Solas. Perhaps you simply need to learn how to approach them better." Or in any way that wasn't so immediately off-putting, as she's sure his encounters have been.