A quiet sigh. Alistair takes a seat on the other side of the bed, unlaces his boots, and sets them aside with much less precision than Cullen. Gently, he pulls the book closer so he can brush the crumbs off it; that done, he closes it and transfers it to the nightstand.

He hesitates a bit longer before reaching for the blanket, hoping to tug it higher so it's covering Cullen's shoulders.