And he's two flights of stairs away from the sally port. Which is a consideration, after Haven. His adjutants respect his space as much as they can, and do what they can to make sure there are normal hours for working and for rest -- but he's on call, always. He has to be.

That's the other reason to sink into work: then it's about the work, and not what happens to Thedas if he doesn't do it perfectly.

"Yes," Cullen says, and starts up the ladder.

The bed, and not much else. (Besides the tree in the wall, and the vines, and the other assorted plant life, and the ruined piles of building material, and the armor stand, and the ancient-looking barrel that serves as a nightstand, and a spare pile of books, and in the corner a single chest for his personal belongings.)