[ Cullen stands in silence, hanging on to every word that seems to drip like sweet honey off of Neria's lips. It is true that he's allowed feelings of infatuation from years ago linger, remain with enough substance to forge once again in their reunion. Over these short months he has grown fond of her, more so than before, where he finds confidence in her that he can't rightly find anywhere else. It shows in the way he holds her, the way his hand brushes along her face as it drops from pushing her bangs from her eyes. There's a smile that is fearful to leave, even when she claims so sweetly that she can't refuse him. The feeling is mutual. ]

Sharing your burdens is more a privilege than you let on. Whatever weight your shoulders carry, I am happy to take upon myself to ease your discomfort.

[ Whether that be as friends or lovers, he is content either way. So long as Neria is by his side, he will take whatever challenges face them. ]

[ Cullen hesitates, gaze shifting to their feet a moment. Any minute now, it will be time for them and the rest of the Inquisition to take departure back to Skyhold. It will be a long journey, and one where neither he or Neria will find much privacy until their arrival. What must be said should be said now, and the rest will have to wait. ]

Is this... Are you sure this is what you want?