It stays quiet for thirty solid minutes. House calls, so to speak, aren't as easy to triage as someone brought to the healers in person -- and there's almost always someone to triage there.

(Besides: bruises and broken ribs, no matter how painful, likely would've put Cullen a ways down the triage list anyway.)

A knock finally interrupts the silence, followed by a perfunctory, "It's me," before Alistair and the healer enter. The healer's a short woman with close-cropped hair; she immediately turns a hawklike gaze on Cullen, arms folded as she takes stock of his injuries.