[Lavellan hasn't entirely lost his edge, despite living in safety and relative luxury on the station for months on end. He's also actively waiting for the two sword-spirits to arrive, so it's not a surprise when he hears Jirou's footsteps behind him.

The taller man draping on him... that's a bit of a surprise.

The elf is strong, much stronger than his thin frame would suggest, but he still finds himself staggering just a bit before digging his feet in to support the weight of the beautiful (heavy) sword. Once he's reasonably convinced they aren't both going to face-plant into the sand, he reaches up to gently pat Jirou on the shoulder.]

Unconscionable. We'll find you something to drink while we're out, I promise. I'll tell them it's for me.

[Lavellan's not yet asked about the alcohol thing, but Jirou's a spirit. Spirits have their own rules, right?

The sound of Kanesada's voice brings a smile to the elf's face, even as he's still trying to console Jirou.]

Not to worry, I don't break easily.