Beleth is still looking mildly irate but willing to listen, up until Lakshmi says I could make anyone else immortal. Then there's a flash in her eyes, of something--more of a longing than a desire, bone deep and carried from millennia back in her blood and her heritage. Solas isn't wrong about the Dalish and the thoughts of the Elvhen. Their own stolen immortality, and someone who can give it--return it.

Thranduil is better at training his face against showing his desire for it, but Beleth manages after a few moments. Even then, she needs a few seconds to process what else Lakshmi even said afterwards. Corypheus, right. It's the thought of immortal Red Templars that drags Beleth back towards the subject at hand.

"I...see. Thus, the self-immolation?" After a moment of thought, "That doesn't seem practical for attempting in the middle of battle. Would poison work?" It's her specialty, after all, despite everything else she's done. Though she quickly hurries to tack on, "It can be done quickly and painlessly."