Something is wrong, but Lavellan is damned if she knows for sure what, exactly, it is. Should she call in some medical help? Memory loss of how one stumbled out of the Breach is one thing, but not knowing who she is or what she's doing is completely unheard of -- her already wide eyes grow slightly wider before she shakes her head to clear the thoughts.
And that smile is downright unnerving.
"It's easier to show. Can you walk?" She pushes herself off of the wall, and towards the door. If he can't, well. Lavellan will find someone to carry him. Maybe he'd been their since the Conclave and had only now just stumbled out? But that can't be so -- can it? She'll have to ask Solas, or send him down to check on the dwarf.
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And that smile is downright unnerving.
"It's easier to show. Can you walk?" She pushes herself off of the wall, and towards the door. If he can't, well. Lavellan will find someone to carry him. Maybe he'd been their since the Conclave and had only now just stumbled out? But that can't be so -- can it? She'll have to ask Solas, or send him down to check on the dwarf.