Just when he thought he'd finished pushing the tears back.

Alistair breathes out; pinches the bridge of his nose as he works to regain his composure. His throat's gone so tight that it aches every time he swallows. He nods, after a moment, but it takes a bit longer before he can speak.

Once the ache's died down, he clears his throat to get rid of the last of it, then leans over to pat Cullen's foot. "Get some rest, Commander."