Cullen's head lifts quickly. "Alistair? -- Alistair." He pushes himself back from his desk. "I was going to come find you, soon, but I was waiting for -- "

There are lit torches.

"Dark -- "

The sky is dark behind him. And it's dark outside his window.

Cullen winces. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to -- wait this long."

He gestures at a fluffy-looking loaf of bread and a wedge of cheese on a plate on the far corner of his desk. "I wanted to bring you that. I'm sorry I didn't get it to you right away."