Which really only goes to prove that Cole is the most cinnamon roll of them all. Except for that stabby, murder thing he has going on -- but in comparison to the rest of the companions, what's a little murder between friends? He wants to help, that will never change, and Lavellan admires him and appreciates him for it.

"It's hard for people to accept help if they don't want it," she says, thinking of one bald asshole in particular. "Or if they feel they are undeserving of it." A pause, and Lavellan gestures for Cole to sit closer, if he wanted to. He'd practically flung himself at her after she'd been released from the Void, and the hug had been nice. A reassurance that, even if she'd gone and destroyed all the relationships she'd made here, at least there was Cole.

A small smile then, and a shake of her head. "You've always been good at subtly helping. I'm glad you're here, Cole."