Alistair nods. More water; more scraping and scrubbing. Hot water's doing a better job at getting the ink off than the icy water in Cullen's room.

"All right." Very quiet. "That's..."

(When he woke up at Cullen's desk, he thought, for an instant, that he was back in the Korcari Wilds. Alone except two Witches of the Wilds, and a woman who wasn't the Hero of Ferelden yet -- just a Warden mere days past her Joining.)

"All right."