[ Though Cullen's memories of the past are far from pleasant, Neria is a shining beacon among the many regrets and disasters he had seen. While her reply seems far too flattering to him and enough for him to vehemently deny, he takes it with a smile and a light chuckle. He can find nostalgia in this, remembering conversations they had had in the past that he isn't necessarily proud of but can look back upon with some fondness. ]

You flatter me.

[ He still says it, and there may be a slight tint of pink over his nose at the prospect of acknowledging her compliments. Cullen doesn't let go of her, but he allows his hands to take hers which touch his face, holding them loosely at least while the moment is still strong with feeling. ]

While there are friends here I have known for some time, I'm afraid none have impacted me the way you did. There is much comfort in seeing such a fond and familiar face amidst all of this chaos. To see you healthy and in one piece is more than a gift.

[ At the mention of his "post", however, he makes a face. It bears only a brief sense of disappointment. ]

While I am inclined indulge you on the details, I am certain you are far too tired for the entire story.

I've left The Order, thus dropping my place as a Templar. Cassandra sought my assistance as Commander to the Inquisition's troops. What little we had at the time, at least.

After what I saw in Kinloch and in Kirkwall... It became very clear that my views on the Chantry were misguided and wrong.

[ He doesn't quite look at her when he tells her. Especially when she's well aware of what happened to him in the Circle Tower. There is no need. ]