[ Right on the bone, so it certainly hurts a number. But Cullen makes face and tries to maintain as if nothing has happened. He sets down a handful of papers he had been going through, along with a pen, and neatly pushes it aside as he comes around the corner of the desk to meet her. ]

You would not be the first to say so.

[ Even the Inquisitor gives him a hard time for working too long. Many have told him he needs a hobby, or to set aside time in the day for himself. Even Josephine takes time away from her duties. But he sees no need for that, and he never has. There is comfort in Neria not badgering him, but he certainly thinks of what others believe. ]

And that makes two of us.

[ About sleep. Cullen isn't sure the last time he's slept longer than three or four hours. ]

I've found that sleep is a bit difficult to come by as per recent events. There is much to do, and I find comfort in continuously keeping things going. Productivity is important during such trying times.

[ But he can't help but be a hypocrite right now, and he looks to Neria in worry as he closes some distance between them. ]

It is late. And you've been on the road for some time. You should try to get some rest.

[ Cullen frowns a touch, and his gaze shifts to the ladder leading to the second floor. ]

If... You would like, I'm sure we have much to catch up on. Perhaps we can talk.

[ And he means nothing crude when he gestures to the ladder. It's... Simply the only place he has where they can sit. And there's a lovely view of the night sky from the large opening in the ceiling. Cullen is prepared to defend himself with that much. ]