Well. Apparently Cullen isn't going to be satisfied until Alistair's willingly starved him out of...not house and home, but clothes and pack. Or something.

Stifling another sigh, he stops the bundle with his palm. Gives Cullen a long look before he opens it. Alistair can't stop himself from hesitating for a beat before breaking off a small portion of cheese, murmuring a thank you as he does.

(The thing about being a Warden: it's a thankless job by design. You don't do it for glory, or praise, or payment -- and even if this isn't exactly Warden business, it makes Alistair itch uncomfortably to be rewarded for the basic decency of sharing shelter.)