If anything got Solas' attention, it's that name. His hand stills in its movements for a moment and he grows more alert. So she had been among those lost. He takes a deep, careful breath before he brings his magic forth to help stave back the poison. At least long enough to make it easier for seed removal.

"Lavellan was lost? Are you certain?" Was she answering her radio? Perhaps she had chased after those who started the commotion.