[ If he were to decide to return to lyrium, even if it pained her, she would try to support his decision and try to convince him to taper off with his doses. And Neria certainly steels herself for him to insist that he still should be taking it, or for him to ask for her to make a decision for him...and she is wholly glad that he is able to verbalize what it is he wants. Cullen's opinion matters greatly to her and she wants to give him every ounce of freedom he deserves but will not take for himself.

Neria gives his hands a gentle squeeze. ]

Then continue fighting. You don't need the lyrium. You have us, you have the Inquisition. Let us help you fight this. You aren't alone.

[ She releases him only long enough to go and collect the vial, holding it tightly in her hand. The impulse to crush it or set it alight is strong, terribly so, but for her to so brazenly use magic... No, not here. Instead, she turns back to Cullen and reaches for his hand again. ]

How do you want me to dispose of this?