[ When this is over... In truth, Neria does not know what she will do. She knows what is expected of her and what she would like to do, entire opposites of one another. Her gaze remains on their hands for some time as she sits in silence, the length of which is entirely damning. It should be obvious what she had at least initially intended to do.

At last, she sighs. ]

Go to Denerim, first. I have been...trading correspondence with Alistair and I imagine it's time we both sit down and have a long talk about what's happened.

[ She's avoiding what Cullen is really asking, which is Will you leave? Slowly, she lifts her gaze to meet his. ]

I haven't decided what I'll do or where I'll go. I could go back, continue what I was working on, but...

[ But... ]

I should continue to look after the Wardens here, what's left of them. They will need a home and someone to guide them. Weisshaupt has, effectively, abandoned them to their fates. It would be wrong of me to do the same.

Beyond that-- I don't know.

[ Would it be wrong of her to stay? Is it selfish to hope the Inquisition will allow her to do that, even with what she's done? In her mind, yes, it would be. She can't continue to take advantage of their kindness. ]