"Yes."

He traces his hand up Cullen's back, slow, and down again.

(It may have been Alistair's choice to leave the Wardens, but after ten years of shaping his identity around their jobs and their oaths, the hole left by their departure still isn't entirely filled. He hears the care in Cullen's voice; he understands why.)

"There are...ways to do good works outside the Inquisition. We wouldn't have to spend all our lives in idleness."