The advantage of doing so many laps around Skyhold: Alistair has a very good idea of how long it will take him, if he puts all his speed into it, to reach any particular part of the fortress at any given time. The instant Cullen's through the door, Alistair turns and bolts for the healer's quarters.
No healers to spare once he arrives -- not unless he wants to drag Cullen all the way back down to the yard, when the man can barely walk as is. But he does wheedle a bag of assorted potions off the surgeon before dashing back to the war room.
Unfortunately, he'd factored Cullen's meeting going a bit longer; when he returns, he smothers a wince when he sees Cullen already standing in the corridor. (Well. 'Standing.' Upright, at least.) Alistair crosses the last few yards at a jog, already fishing through the bag in search of a stamina draught.
"Here." He holds out the vial. "That ought to get you to your quarters, at least."
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No healers to spare once he arrives -- not unless he wants to drag Cullen all the way back down to the yard, when the man can barely walk as is. But he does wheedle a bag of assorted potions off the surgeon before dashing back to the war room.
Unfortunately, he'd factored Cullen's meeting going a bit longer; when he returns, he smothers a wince when he sees Cullen already standing in the corridor. (Well. 'Standing.' Upright, at least.) Alistair crosses the last few yards at a jog, already fishing through the bag in search of a stamina draught.
"Here." He holds out the vial. "That ought to get you to your quarters, at least."