I am certain she has at least entertained the idea. Maker knows she could justify some back-handed remark from the Comte wearing down her capacity for such nonsense.

[ Cullen finds Kaia's mannerisms in the face of Orlesian folly to be the most entertaining. Much as he keeps his opinion to himself, he's been subject to their ridiculous requests and intentions more than a handful of times. He would agree that they would deserve every bit of sarcasm she tosses. ]

[ He revels in their immediate closeness, gaze falling upon the opening to the tent for but a brief moment. For once, he has no worries about interruption, confident in their troops' competence as much as Neria. That had been a discussion well before their departure, ensuring that this would be possible. The hand at her waist shifts, sliding gently to the small of her back to better close what little distance remains between them. ]

The guilt comes from an old habit that refuses to take its last breath anytime soon.

[ Cullen tilts his head to the side, looking away a brief moment. ]

I do suppose we've earned at least a few days' reprieve.

[ And he says that in all seriousness, despite the tone that suggests his brief regret. He looks back at her, smile still in place. ]

You are right. With our recent progress, I can't recall when I last even had time to take a good look at you.

If only we could slow down time, make each day longer.