Something in the way he stumbles strikes Lavellan as familiar, although she can't understand why. She'd have the same trouble if anyone asked her what she does currently, rather than what she did. But it's his answer that makes her nod, a small grin forming over her face.

"I know the feeling. Sometimes it doesn't ever feel like you're done, does it?" Protecting it, she means. There's always one thing after another, one pretending god after the next. How many has that been? Two, three if one counted Solas. She's not sure if she should, considering she never fought him and he never made any claim to godhood. Still. "Have you? Been protecting them, I mean."