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“So… Lyra, huh?” Felassan prompted, grinning devilishly as he took a sip from his drink. Solas shot him a disdainful look.
“Miss Lavellan had stopped by during my office hours, yes. Students tend to do that when you actually manage to stay in your office,” he returned.
“Mm. Right. If i'm not mistaken, your office hours had ended almost an hour before I showed up. It's not like you to make me hunt you down. I take it the two of you were having an enlightening conversation.”
“We were,” Solas said coldly. “She's a dedicated student. We were discussing political shifts of allegiances in the aftermath of conflicts. We simply lost track of time.”