He shoves a hand through his hair, turns away from Alistair, and picks up his boots. He doesn't bother putting them on before going to the door. It's not Charter on the other side -- it's Fletcher, and there's a hard gleam in her eyes.
"She lives?" he asks her, low and urgent.
No louder: "Yes, Commander. Qunari threat's ended as well. They've got more for you downstairs."
Cullen leans against the door frame and starts pulling on his boots. He chances a look at Alistair -- and there: something that's not quite a smile, but could lead to one, given enough time to grow.
"Be ready, Theirin." Softly, as he straightens. "Don't forget Geoffrey."
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He shoves a hand through his hair, turns away from Alistair, and picks up his boots. He doesn't bother putting them on before going to the door. It's not Charter on the other side -- it's Fletcher, and there's a hard gleam in her eyes.
"She lives?" he asks her, low and urgent.
No louder: "Yes, Commander. Qunari threat's ended as well. They've got more for you downstairs."
Cullen leans against the door frame and starts pulling on his boots. He chances a look at Alistair -- and there: something that's not quite a smile, but could lead to one, given enough time to grow.
"Be ready, Theirin." Softly, as he straightens. "Don't forget Geoffrey."