That, at much, was true. It was not a strange sort of comfort to know that she was losing nothing else by destroying all of creation; the corner of her mouth twitches upwards as she inclines her head towards him. What would a full reading tell him? She doesn't know, and it hardly matters now.

"This is certainly a new beginning." The carnival, the power she has now within her grasp. The Void. All and all, it isn't something Lavellan feels counters his reading from a single card. "For however long it lasts."

After all, it wouldn't be forever. Not now.