"Oh no, not horse. The Iron Bull carried you over his shoulder. He's down in the tavern if you'd like to say thank you. Can't miss him, he's the one with the horns." Lavellan leans up against the ramparts, her eyes flicking back to the Breach. "I was." Don't ask her how, she doesn't know.

He's a more complicated problem, anyway, and her's to deal with. "You're welcome to stay here until you remember more." Lavellan isn't about to shove him into the mountains like he is. It's the least she can do at the point.