[ Neria manages a weighty exhale even as he brings her hands up to his face. She cradles his face, her thumbs brushing his cheeks, and she is finally able to look him in the eye without feeling so small and insignificant. He still holds her on such a high pedestal and she smiles, enjoying the intimacy of such closeness, their foreheads resting against one another's. ]

I just want you to be yourself. You've given me so much by simply treating me as an equal, not as someone above you.

[ That he has shared his work space with her, his time and his opinion, without fear of her, without feeling confined by their roles or by titles. That is all she wants. But her heart skips a beat at what he says: to make you feel as loved as you have made me feel. Wordlessly, she nods, her throat threatening to close on itself.

To Cullen, he gets a smile, genuine happiness where there was only worry mere minutes ago. ]

I will go with you wherever your journey takes you, whether that is with the Inquisition or without it. When they put away the sword, I will still be here. No matter what comes, you will not face it alone.

[ She has to say it aloud for the both of them, to confirm what she has said before: she wishes to remain with him, no matter the cost. The things she needs to do, her goals, will not impede on what they can have.

Maker, she feels... Elated. Still afraid, yes, but there is excitement in that, and she feels she might burst from it. ]

This is where I want to be. With you.