[ Closing her hand around the vial, she slips it into her belt, out of sight. Neria doesn't want to leave him, but getting this away from Cullen will be best for the moment. He looks weary, more fatigued than she's ever seen him. How often has he slept? She knows he has been skipping a few meals and that, of course, will not help him in any capacity. But what else can he truly do when the withdrawal is ravaging his mind and body from the inside out?

He is very, very brave to her. Neria has nothing but admiration for what he's done, tinged with worry. Whatever she can do for him, she will. ]

I'm going to take care of this...and then I will return. Do you want to sit for a time? Can I get you anything while I'm out?