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[howtoactfereldan]

He could not say how long he spent in the Arbor Wilds. Nor could he say how long he spent away from their forward camp, fighting his way through to the gates of the temple. Days, certainly. At least two. Perhaps three. Bolting down potions, to lessen the effect the red templars had on him and to help him stay awake. The potions didn't provide for witnessing the sight of a few of his ruined brothers and sisters, hearing the sound of more of them hissing his name, before Cullen and his men cut them down.

A few bad gashes, here and there. (More scars for the collection.) His right side feels like one giant bruise. It was not clear why Corypheus quit the field until Leliana's agents made it in, and found Samson, and discovered the empty well. And the shattered eluvian.

Cullen was already swatting away healers -- too many of his soldiers were worse off, and he was beyond not in the mood for magic -- when word came: Charter had concluded that the Inquisitor's party, likely in the company of Morrigan, went through the eluvian. Probably back to Skyhold.

Cullen, in Leliana's company, was examining the remnants of the bodies of the Grey Wardens when confirmation of Charter's theory arrived.

Less than an hour later, bruises and all, Cullen was on a horse headed north to the next available station to swap out his mount and keep riding. Corypheus fled the field; there's no reason he wouldn't go after Skyhold; and even if he didn't Cullen needs to know what happened --





Shadows are long, and the mountains reflecting blue and gold light, when the horn sounds and Cullen rides through the sally port. A stablehand is there, to lead the horse to Master Dennet. He's not sure how his legs are holding him up, but he's not going to stop to find out. The war room, first, and then if the Inquisitor isn't there --

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[bringspeopletogether]

He settles his arm back around Cullen -- still moving with care, ready to pull away if Cullen isn't comfortable.

[howtoactfereldan]

With a great sigh, he drapes his arm over Alistair, head settling against his shoulder.

(That's not a concern, apparently.)

[bringspeopletogether]

He won't lie: it's a relief.




"Your welfare's my concern," he murmurs. "All right?"

[howtoactfereldan]

"You just want a real badge."

[bringspeopletogether]

He makes a noncommittal noise. "Side benefit. I'm happy to stay with my paper plus tiny umbrella scheme."

[howtoactfereldan]

"Because it's easier here." It's a question.

[bringspeopletogether]

"Yes."

His eyes drift closed. He's not tired; it's just -- easier, too, to do that.

"You, ah." His voice turns a bit sheepish. "Likely remember my drunken ramblings better than I do. That one night. But..." (Admitting it again, while sober, is proving more difficult.) "I know I'm not there, when you're around."

I know I'm safe.

[howtoactfereldan]

A long moment passes.

"Well." He taps a finger thoughtfully on Alistair's chest. Wry, amused, quiet: "As long as it's a matter of self-interest, I suppose I'll allow it."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair huffs out a laugh. "Oh, good," he says. "It's terribly selfish of me, I know."

[howtoactfereldan]

"Which is why you don't get a real badge. Those have to be earned."

[bringspeopletogether]

"I'll be sure to put more of an effort in. Daily exercises to earn my place."

He opens his eyes, watches the leaves stir above them.

[howtoactfereldan]

"You have," he mumbles.





"Just not your badge."

[bringspeopletogether]

Another small laugh.

"Out of curiosity," he says, "what would it take to earn a proper badge?"

[howtoactfereldan]

"No jokes for a week."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair gapes.





"You are cruel."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen laughs softly, tightening his hold on Alistair, just for a moment.

"It's a gift."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Mm-hm."

He shifts. A curl of Cullen's hair is within easy reach if he settles his arm more firmly around him; Alistair reaches, gently tugs the curl straight, and lets it spring back into place.

"What if I pantomimed all the jokes? Or wrote them down and gave you the whole enormous stack of paper at the end of the week?"

[howtoactfereldan]

"Yes, do that," he murmurs.

"So I can burn them all, unread."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair wrinkles his nose.

"Just for that, I'm going to fill it full of really important information and say it's all jokes. Your loss."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen would (probably) rather be tortured than admit this, but --

The steady heartbeat under his ear -- helps.

It's a moment too late before he says, "What kind of important information, exactly?"

[bringspeopletogether]

"Sera's been hired by the kitchen staff and she'll be cooking all dinners from here on out."

:D?

[howtoactfereldan]

"Rank lies. Leliana would never let it happen. Josephine would never let it happen."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Unless Leliana and Josephine are conspiring with Sera. And Dorian. They get the good stuff, we get the rest."

[howtoactfereldan]

"Why would they give you that information, then? That's not how you spring a trap."

[bringspeopletogether]

"I'm a double agent." Solemn. "I only tell you this because I trust you. I'm actually in on the whole thing, too."