( that was what she wanted to hear. lavellan eagerly helps herself to a smaller bite of it, grinning as the flavor hits her -- perfect. she'd picked well, at least for the both of them. )

It isn't a matter of what you want, but what will protect you if they decide to turn on us. I swore to protect you then -- that still holds true. And besides, this isn't in front of the ex-Empress. This is in front of other elves, and a companion or two who will be beyond confused.

( no one will mind. )