"Yes. Thank you," Alistair echoes.

"You're welcome." The healer allows herself a slight smile as she rises. "It's what we're here for."

As she heads out the door, Alistair -- not wanting to sit in Cullen's chair, but not really inclined to stand much longer, either -- takes a seat on the corner of the desk. He reaches for the bent feather. It's something to toy with for a bit.