"Yes."

At last, he settles at ease, the butt of his staff on the ground. Alistair runs the best calculations he can. Cullen looks nearly as bad as he did ten years ago, and perhaps he'll be kind enough not to murder Alistair because of the help he and Mahariel gave him at Kinloch -- but a Templar is still a Templar, and Alistair is feeling a lot more exposed than he was five minutes ago.

This strategic math would be so much easier if he knew he could fall back on the Wardens for protection.

Evenly: "Just to get out of the rain, you said?"