[ He expected that, anticipated to be at least partially berated by someone for continuously working despite his condition. It isn't the first, nor the last time anyone will ever insist that he take a break. But how can he sleep? Knowing that there is so much to do and so little time, that the Inquisition depends on him, there is no way that he could even attempt to relax enough to catch a few hours. Especially not with the nightmares that he knows will follow. ]

[ His eyes meet with the tray first, the smell of food gracing his nose and his stomach grumbles. Partly from hunger and partly for the nausea that follows it. But the gesture does not go unnoticed by Cullen, and he at least manages a brief, weak smile to know that Neria is continuing to be so thoughtful and doting. But it is quick to fade when she speaks. ]

You know I can't do that, Neria.

[ He stands up straight, managing to do so without wobbling back and forth, which is a feat. ]

If Cassandra refuses to find me a replacement, what else am I to do? Just allow this work to go undone? My decision will not interfere with our progress, I refuse.

[ Cullen sighs, and he holds his hand out to affectionately brush Neria's arm. ]

I told you, I will be fine.