[ Cassandra doesn't have a reason to trust Lavellan besides Cullen's vote of confidence. Varric had placed a word or two, but having learnt her lesson, even after their date, those are taken with much weight. It has been difficult for Cassandra to strip out of her armour as of late, to remove the plating and the metals that regularly adorn her, but she's managed it here for Lavellan, a button down shirt tucked into a pair of jeans, denim, whatever they are called. Her sword belt remains at the doorside, as does her shield, but the both of them remain within arms distance when Cassandra opens the door. ]
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Come in, Inquisitor.