[ Lavellan is silent for a long moment, then another, letting her silence stretch as she muses over all his words. She knows that he does not entirely believe her, and she wonders if she is the villain here, to pull him in to her, knowing that he's not entirely ready. That he has not fully let go of all that he held so tightly in Thedas.

But if she is, then she will take whatever punishment falls on her head for it, for she knows she could not part herself from him. If he acts within that prerogative, if he tries to make another play against the people here, or the Veilguard--

Well. She's made a promise to him. His fate will be hers, wherever the dice fall. She sighs softly, pressing a hand against his. ] It is what is is, Vhenan. [ And what more can she really say? She can neither condemn nor agree. She understands, but she had to stop him. Will have to stop him, from his viewpoint. ]

I have no more questions, for now. It's late, and we have all the time in the world to learn more from each other. And it's been...a very long day. [ She'd started the day planning to kill a god and save another. Unsure if Solas would listen. If he would accept her back by his side--And here she was, nestled up against him. In a strange land, with strange jailers, but she was with her beloved, and she was happy. ]