( For a moment Lavellan debates showing herself to him. But if there is one person who could understand that isn't Cole or Solas, it's Syrlya. So she lets the shadows fall away from her -- or well, not all. The one that forms hr missing arm remains -- as if it were made from the Void itself. )
Just me, Syrlya.
( Said as pleasantly as anything else, as if she's using magic she doesn't normally have or dressed in black. )
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Just me, Syrlya.
( Said as pleasantly as anything else, as if she's using magic she doesn't normally have or dressed in black. )