I agree that our situation is far from normal, here or back on Thedas. Any Thedas.

[He runs his hand through his hair in frustration, upsetting his coiffure quite a bit. He wants very much to walk away, but one step back lets him know that he is also prisoner to this barrier trap, whatever it is, and he can't go back to the barracks and hit things with his sword until he can't lift his arm again.]

No, we're not. We might not be from the same exact version of Thedas, but we are from the only anomaly appears to be which Lavellan hunter gets sent to the Conclave. It's ridiculous, but it's not safer.

[Instead of attempting another step back, he goes forward and closes the distance, dropping his voice as he goes. It's strained and heated, but he really hopes that someone will come and break this spell they're trapped under and knowing it's probably impossible now. The words spill out anyway.]

And nothing is safe about this when no matter I do, you're the the first woman I've thought about kissing in over a decade. Iona.