Alistair shuts his eyes. He sets the palm of his free hand against the chaise, focusing on where his skin meets the fabric. Trying to draw himself back to his body.

He wonders who told Kieran not to ask: Morrigan or Cullen. It's a kindness he wouldn't have expected from Morrigan, if she was responsible. Something else she felt she owed him, perhaps.

"I thought I might find him a book or two, from the library." A little steadier. "I don't...really know what I could talk to him about. But he seems the sort that might like a book."