"Yes. I'm getting that," he said, dryly. Lavellan's impression of Hawke was certainly changing. It was better than assuming the mage was reckless and without compassion, which were his initial thoughts. That had shifted significantly in the days since, and if all went well, would continue to. Probably.
The thing about Lavellan was that he did come off quite grim and cagey when he wasn't comfortable. Admittedly, that was often. But if you were patient enough, some of those walls could be maneuvered around. With a lot of persistence and good humor, at least.
"She sounds like my sister," he said, trying to fight a smile. It was obvious he felt so much pride for her. "Did Merrill collect things? I wanted to send Ellana what I found, but it wasn't safe. There's, uh. A lot. I have a few things from here, too." Lavellan had a stockpile in the back of the library already. He had to keep it under a floorboard so the Duchess wouldn't claim any of it for her own.