"I'd expected something like it," Cullen murmurs, more to himself than to either Alistair or Josephine. "What next? We'll need to negotiate, I assume -- turning over Suledin Keep is one thing, but Griffon Wing will be far trickier."

"Yes." Cullen can see, now that he's looking closely, how frayed Josephine looks, and feels a sharp pang of guilt: what else could he have done to help her? "The Inquisitor -- Lavellan -- has requested we meet on the belvedere, just before sunset. Until then..."

"We will all rest," Cullen says, gentle but firm. "We have our orders. Rest, Josephine."

She tightens her mouth for a moment -- but then acquiesces with a nod. "Yes. Until then."