When he's not keeping watch. If Alistair had to place a bet, he'd wager Cullen will be asleep within the next ten minutes. Which probably means he ought to stop talking quite so much, too.
(How long has he been sitting here? By now, his chest has usually started to tighten, and the idle fidgeting -- which seems to be a constant -- has crescendoed to a need to run. But...there's none of that. He's not even tapping his fingers anymore, or jostling his leg around.
He's repeated that refrain, you're safe, as often as he can. This might be the first time since the Fade spat him out that he actually, truly feels it.)
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When he's not keeping watch. If Alistair had to place a bet, he'd wager Cullen will be asleep within the next ten minutes. Which probably means he ought to stop talking quite so much, too.
(How long has he been sitting here? By now, his chest has usually started to tighten, and the idle fidgeting -- which seems to be a constant -- has crescendoed to a need to run. But...there's none of that. He's not even tapping his fingers anymore, or jostling his leg around.
He's repeated that refrain, you're safe, as often as he can. This might be the first time since the Fade spat him out that he actually, truly feels it.)