Not long after, there's the thump of Cullen's door opening and closing.

Alistair makes a beeline for the chaise, retrieving the blanket he'd tossed there before leaving. He wraps it around himself with an overexaggerated shiver and eyes Cullen's desk. A few hours, he thinks, and it'll be done. Then he can...start figuring out how in Andraste's name he'll get everything to their families when, in more cases than not, he doesn't know where their families are.

Letters first, though. Absently rubbing his cheek (the ink's completely gone by now), he takes a seat at the desk.



...That is not his handwriting. (That letter was not on the desk when he left.)