[ It's probably one of the stranger requests she's had here, though not unreasonable in the slightest. Lavellan only nods, because she doesn't think any less of him for wishing to talk, and would rather there be openness and honesty between them than silence.

She steps around him, over to the other side of the stone he sits down, and finds herself a place. ]

I have no reason to judge you, Ser Howe.

[ Ferelden politics make little sense to her. She doesn't care who's father or who's son did what. But it's important to him and she wants him to know how much respect she has for him. How much respect the Wardens hold for her. ]

So, let's talk.

[ About what, of course, is the question. ]

I saw that the Warden-Commander is here. That's someone I didn't expect to join us. How are you feeling about that?