[ She's right. Maker knows she's right, but he can't pinpoint a time in his life where he has truly taken a break. His comrades are constantly trying to pry him away from work. Whether it be for a game of Wicked Grace or a simple walk in the gardens, or just time for dinner, Cullen knows he is constantly urging others that he has a thousand things to do. But it's different now, especially with what little lyrium remaining inside of him is practically sucking the life out of him. There's an internal struggle going on inside of him where the lyrium is trying so hard to remain, and it's taking everything in his power to persevere. ]

[ But... Neria is right. Cassandra sees no reason to replace him, but she's also one of the many to suggest he take some time to himself. And Cassandra is just as much of a workaholic as he. ]

[ Cullen sighs, his gaze falling upon her hand that delicately drapes over his own. He gently squeezes her arm, thumb rolling in a lazy circle against it affectionately. He hates to make her worry, and he can see the concern in her gaze and hear it in her voice. While Cullen isn't eager to take any sort of time off, knowing that it will ease Neria's mind makes it seem... Necessary. ]

[ It makes sense that they are to share their work. Cullen has been perfectly happy handling the bulk of it, but Neria's expertise is just as valuable as his. ]

Alright.

[ For her, he caves. If only a little. ]

While I'm not completely bowing out, I suppose I see no problem in us sharing the work. You are just as much the rightful Commander as I am.

[ His free hand reaches up to slide fingers through his hair, feeling a piece coming over his brow that he works to move away. ]

I'll... Take a few minutes first. It couldn't hurt.