What a question. Lavellan doesn't answer for a moment, looking him over as she tries to come up with an honest answer. Not one that will settle his nerves or his temper -- that's not the sort of person she is, for better or worse.

"Not old enough to have gotten these," she says, gesturing to the tattoos on her face, "if you were Dalish. One is an adult when one can sit through the process without crying." But he's not Dalish, or from Thedas, so Lavellan tries to put it into terms he'd understand. "Over ten years, but not yet fifteen?" That seemed a good enough guess, but where he fell into that, she doesn't know.