[ Cullen is grateful to know he's allowed time to show how much he has changed. And he promises himself that he will do so, and quickly. It is a blessing that Neria is here, that she is alive and well, and that they have the opportunity to forge a friendship and bond he believes the Maker wants. There is a reason she is here, beyond her joining the Inquisition and leading the Grey Wardens. He will believe it is another cog in the machine their god has built for them to maintain. ]

[ While there is some hurt in her having disappeared, where his worries and sadness had been almost misguided, there is understanding. He can't imagine what kind of position this had put her in, how she must feel. ]

You had no way of knowing...

[ He can't bring himself to be angry. Not in the slightest. Cullen adjusts himself in his seat, scooting closer to her without really intending to. But her warmth is welcoming. ]

I have been in enough desperate situations to understand that some decisions may not be as desirable as others. I told you, Neria, I hold no anger towards you. I am only glad that you are here and safe.

[ There's a frown that he can't quite rid himself of, even when he looks Neria in the eye. ]

You can rebuild your life here. The Inquisition has welcomed you with open arms... We need you.

[ I need you. ]

You will find no further judgment from me, Neria. I swear it. I will not ask what drove you to such a decision. I understand you had your reasons, and far be it for me to believe otherwise.