Lavellan was previously able to maintain a neutral expression. When Alistair says, do you realize that? her mouth sets. Her eyes narrow.

"Yes," she says. "We certainly do." Beat. "Those times when I pushed him to explain why he didn't know anything about the Orlesian Wardens, and he acted like I'd besmirched his honor -- "

She shakes her head suddenly, and a little violently, as though shrugging off an insect. "Thank you, Alistair. Your counsel is something I hadn't considered. And it's -- very right." Lavellan pushes herself off the wall, starting to pace a little. "In my position, considering the parties involved -- would you press Orlais to give him to us? Or would you let the older crimes catch up with him and leave it there?"