As if she learned magic from books. Still, she doesn't press the point further, and nods at his explanation. It would do for now -- and she's interested in seeing how it works. Magic is magic, after all. So the more cards one had, the better one's ability to gain insight would be. It's only after Lavellan hands the card over that she realizes she might not like whatever it tells Childermass. Not that she doubts his ability to be discrete, but she's never had the chance to play her cards close to her chest (as it were) since becoming Inquisitor.

So when he speaks she feels as if she's being pinned to some board to be examined, and something in her face hardens reflexively. Childermass isn't wrong. What hasn't she given up to save Thedas? There is no future for her now, she cannot return to her clan. The Inquisition is disbanded, her lover gone off to destroy the world and she must kill him if she cannot save him. She has lost who she is to the Inquisition, for Thedas, and what has it gotten her?

Lavellan tries to swallow down the emotions that cross her face, but fails. So she settles on a thin, flat smile and a nod. "A great many things." Not that they matter now, of course.