Cullen pulls his shirt over his head -- and takes advantage of Alistair not looking at him to get his trousers on.

Picks up his boots. Pads back over to the other side of the spring, sits on a bench.

He rubs at his hair with a towel, and doesn't say anything for a moment.







"I know you're angry," he says, finally, sounding exhausted. His hands drop between his knees. "Just... allow me this. All right? Allow me to keep you safe. Let me be glad about it. You don't have to be around for it."