[ It's very clear that this situation runs much further deep than what appears first-hand. But Cullen can't rightly find himself the energy to focus on that, especially when he's so engrossed in the reality of her still existing. It's a sign from the Maker that he promise to cherish and not take lightly this time, and he refuses to believe otherwise. ]

[ It's hard to truly feel her with his armor in the way, but the weight of her is there, and he can feel her under his gloved hands where the warmth radiates. He can smell her hair, touched with the mountain air that has surrounded her in her long journey. And she is warm, solid yet soft even through the garments that have protected her in her travels. With his eyes closed, it brings the fact of her existence home when her voice is so familiar, even if age has slightly altered it through the years. ]

[ Cullen doesn't let go, and his grip only tightens when she returns the gesture. It's something they have never done to one-another, even when she had been his charge. Such a thing was inappropriate, and even the suggestion had him running away like a coward. But he is different now, and he will maintain such a fact even here. ]

Stop. [ He shakes his head. There she goes again, apologizing. ]

Whether you were to arrive at the start or as we stand a mere inch before Corypheus, you're here. That's all that matters.

[ Cullen exhales heavily, his body swaying a touch as he continues to embrace her. ]

You've no idea how happy I am to see you alive and well, my lady.

Please tell me it is actually you. That my mind has truly ceased the torture and I will not awaken from this.