[ Cullen tilts his head at the furthering of her compliment, if only as his small attempt at argument. But nevertheless, he takes it for what it is. Despite being rather horrible at taking them. He could say a few things about how she's grown, but he doesn't want to appear, well... Deviant. Or lewd. Or anything that could possibly allude to the attraction he held for her once upon a time. He's still rather embarrassed about that. ]

[ Yet here they are, holding hands and sharing an affection Cullen has likely never provided to anyone else. He's married to his work, a busy man and hardly in a position to seek a relationship. Even if he wants one. But that doesn't stop him from accepting her gestures and finding comfort in them. It's a reminder of her existence and how real it is. Cullen almost clings to the relief he feels when he can feel her pulse each time her hands squeeze his. ]

[ He smiles a bit brighter at her mention of him saving the world, how he leads the largest army in Thedas. That is certainly why he is here and why he became a Templar in the first place. ]

And so are you.

[ Cullen can't help but remind her, even with her only being here a short time. He tugs lightly on her hands at that remark. ]

What we were holds no strength against what we are now. Neria, I would be honored to fight beside you again. You were brave to come here.

We have the Herald of Andraste with the Hero of Ferelden at her side. Corypheus stands no chance against us. You've no idea how much your joining means not just to me, but to the rest of Thedas.