It's safe enough to be out on the balcony again, he supposes. Given that there is no threat from the Qun. Officially, anyway.

Cullen sits in the same spot as last night -- an unfathomable gulf of time away, it feels like. Once more he's shed the hateful tunic. For good, hopefully.

When Lavellan is dead --




Cullen closes his eyes, makes himself breathe, and begins, quietly, to recite from Transfigurations.