[ Neria begins to see some of the tension leak out of his shoulders, though progress is understandably slow. She still occasionally uses lyrium in battle but only during emergencies, and the sickly burn in her stomach is always a deterrent later. To have taken it for years, to have been effectively chained to it, is something else entirely. It comforts her to know he is able to relax even a little now, that the worst of his pain has passed...for now.

Her fingers grasp his, digits running briefly over his palm. ]

Weeks ago, you said that my troubles were yours. That my pain was yours as well, as my partner and comrade.

[ As something more. She looks up at him. ]

I do not find your position any more shameful than my own, Cullen. Your troubles may not belong upon my shoulders but I would welcome them just the same.

[ Her hand turns his over, her fingers wresting over his wrist and pulse point. ]

Maker, though the darkness comes upon me,
I shall embrace the light. I shall weather the storm.
I shall endure.
What you have created, no one can tear asunder.