When full dark comes on, it's easier to pretend they're just in an enormous room somewhere -- especially if Alistair ignores the stars in favor of literally anything else. It's easier to put his own nerves aside in favor of soothing Cullen's.

He glances over. Briefly, he's caught by the sight of Cullen's profile lit by the warm, shifting glow of the fire; he settles his hand more comfortably against his back.

"Mm?"