Steps up her stairs preceded Solas' voice. Strange, Lavellan thought. He was normally silent. "You are assuredly awake, Inquisitor." Solas said softly as he stepped into her room. Cullen shot him a look, eyes narrowed.
Lavellan heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank the Creators." She said. Cullen looked confused.
So the two explained. Although Lavellan couldn't help but notice the odd tenseness between the mage and the Commander.
The next few hours bore a handful of visitors as well as two different healers to assure that she was alright and not much worse for wear. Those two healers were followed by a Tevinter healer, a personal friend of Dorian's- despite most of her inner circle clearly bristling about it. Finally, after what felt like hours (and likely was), she was left to her own, laying in her bed to finish recuperating.
Voices floated up her stairs.
"Absolutely not, Templar." The word was spat like a curse.
"And if she becomes an abomination?"
"She will not. You must have faith in her, especially if you care for her." The disdain in the voice spewed like venom from a Corrupted Spider.
"It doesn't change the fact that she is a Mage and was compromised-" He sounded desperate. It was Cullen, Lavellan was positive of that.
"I would know if she were to be compromised." It was Solas, Lavellan had already realised.
"She should have been a Circle Mage."
Lavellan felt her heart drop, but the men continued, growing more heated and unaware that the woman was even awake.
"No one should be forced to be a Circle Mage. You humans criminalize mages, oppress the elvhen people. You claim you care for her, as you actively plan to control and change her." A bitter laugh rose up the stairs. Lavellan debated for a moment to make her presence known- they obviously thought she was asleep.
But she didn't say a word.
"Mages without anyone helping to control them are a danger. The Dalish do not help with that, with their... lore and less uneasiness of blood magic."
"So every Mage here is a danger?" Solas hissed.
"Every mage. Not just here at Skyhold. They can become abominations at a moment's notice. How many do you think do blood magic and we don't even know of it?" Cullen growled back. "Even within our own ranks."
"Blood magic is not inherently wrong. Nevertheless. Do not try to change her, Templar." It was a warning. After a moment of silencr, she heard Cullen's heavy, armored steps trod up the stairs.
How was she to face him now?
So she pretended to be sleeping, and he soon walked off.
Tomorrow was another day. She would handle it then.