[ The loss of her hands are immediately lamented, but give freedom to his where he takes a moment to rub at his forehead. Cullen takes refuge against the wall once more, and his eyes meet with the vial that Neria takes from the floor. Even with him voicing what he wants, the way his mouth seems to dry even more at the sight of the lyrium so close makes him wish he'd decided otherwise. But he will stand his ground, and with Neria and his friends by his side? It's a reachable goal. ]

[ He quickly looks away before he changes his mind, waving dismissively at it. The other is taken by Neria, where he instinctively squeezes it as the realization of ridding himself completely hits him. ]

There are soldiers here who have left a life as a Templar behind that might need it. We have a reserve of lyrium for them.

It... It can go there.