[ Cullen can only do so much when it comes to her forgiving herself. He's certain his own forgiveness does nothing to ease her mind, but if it can help her find comfort in her stay here, he will give whatever he can. The will have ample time to discuss the many years that have passed them and changed them. For now, he is content in basking in her presence. ]

[ He doesn't shy away from her touch, and actually finds himself comforted by it. Neria removes her gloves, leaving nothing but flesh upon flesh when her palms take to his scruffy cheeks and he's able to manage a genuine smile for her, weak and sad as it may be. He finds her presence a gift, even with the past that curses them. He reaches up, cupping both hands that hold him and he shuts his eyes a moment to take it all in. ]

Praise the Maker and Andraste for making that so.

[ When his eyes open, he is silent a moment, just looking at her. It is true that she is no longer is charge, though the need for professionalism is still there at the reminder that they are now comrades in arms. They will both command troops, she to the Grey Wardens and he with the Inquisition's army. Still, he reaches for her, one hand letting go to drift down her arm and at her shoulder, holding firmly. ]

You look no different. Time has treated you well and fate has left you healthy. I'm glad.