Being a part of her for such a long time (or at least it felt like such a long time), the mark hardly ever came to Lavellan's mind anymore outside of the essential closing of a Rift. These days cooped up in Cerealia, she had no reason to reflect on its presence. So when Cole brings up the topic in his unique, almost sing-song manner, she can't help the quick quirk of her eyebrow as she searches for his meaning, and comes across with momentary surprise.

"I suppose it is, isn't it?" Aeneth regards her hand and the mark it bears, "And as long as it's helping, I don't mind. Does it help you?"

Maybe, as a spirit, it affects him in different ways. At least, that's what she wonders.