You've already given me so much. There's nothing else I can ask for.

[ He has given her loyalty, solace, comfort, patience... Things she has not felt worthy of in such a long time. Even now, she doesn't feel worthy of what he's given her. If anyone feels honored, it is her, and she has no way to properly express that to him that won't incite another roundabout discussion. Her hand falls from his cheek to his jaw, cradling it there, her eyes never leaving his face. If anything is to happen between them, if anything should happen to them, if she should lose him... She wants to memorize this moment, to remember the way he looks at her now. If she has to leave, she will remember this and keep it with her for the rest of her days.

Cullen has accepted her, sins and all, and it hurts her chest just as it makes her heart swell to bursting.

And she says nothing for some time, uncertain, until her hand squeezes his and she clears her throat. Her gaze drops from his but the smile remains, crooked and awkward. ]

We should...focus on what we were doing. We'll have to leave and prepare.

[ It's so difficult to say those words but they have a duty to fulfill. She's promised herself that she won't let this chance fall by the wayside, and she won't. But for now...the Inquisition needs the both of them focused on the task at hand, lest something happen in their ignorance. ]

But we can return to this another time. I promise.