[ Of course it's her. Who else would it be? Even his recruits don't come to see him this late at night because they are either in the tavern or sleeping. Cullen usually expects to get the bulk of his work done at this hour, and he should be, but there is too much on his mind keeping him from it. The woman standing at the entrance to his room, in particular. ]

[ Still, he's happy to see her. To know that she is still truly here, and Cullen stands to greet her. Maybe too quickly, and his hip bumps the desk when he rises. He regrets not being in armor at that point, because he certainly strikes a nerve in the impact. While he doesn't completely show it, it's obvious he's hurt something. ]

[ But he tries to distract himself, clearing his throat. ]

I--

This is usually the hour I make the most progress in my work. Far less distractions, and I...

[ Can never seem to get any sleep. He wants to say it, but he refrains. ]

I usually have no visitors at this time.

[ With one hand at the hip he struck and the other lifted, he gestures with it for her to come inside. ]

Please, come in. Are you finding difficulty getting comfortable?