Lasulahn listens intently, brows furrowed in a sympathetic sort of expression. He had said no one could blame Zevran for walking away, and he wholeheartedly believes that. The air feels heavy for a moment, sober in a way he can't quite place. Perhaps it's merely the product of two men discussing the burdens of the world- and particularly when they must carry them, by choice or not.

"One would think saving the world once is enough," he says, and it's meant to be a light sort of tone, though it sounds more soft and compassionate than anything. Thedas has been in trouble more often than not in recent years, it feels. Such problems were usually outside the view of the Dalish, who had their own difficulties, but now it has grown to such a scale that it cannot be ignored by any people. Perhaps it was easier for Zevran to directly involve himself than watch the state of things as they devolve.

Lasulahn is immeasurably grateful, either way.

He laughs again. "I never would have imagined Leliana so invested in your personal life. Is that all? I can promise you several, though that still hardly seems fair to you-"

He stops. It seems to dawn on him, in slow motion, what he's actually said. The color of his cheeks now certainly can't be attributed to drink. "Oh! I mean- that's-" He waves a hand in front of his face, flushing to the tips of his ears.