Her eyes light on the bloodstone -- presumably the thing they've been called here to experiment with. Still, she's more than happy to let Strange talk about his for a while yet. Every time he says something she learns something more. "By all means, Strange. I beat you here, and it'd be poor form to make you wait." Lavellan says, joking.

But also she's gotten the distinct impression that Strange's magic isn't exactly combat oriented in the way she's been trained to think of her's, and so she's curious of what difference their is with regards to that.