She could promise such, but how was he to trust her--but he could trust her, he knew. But he could not trust the monsters in his head, nor the ones created by the abominations to torture him until the Hero of Ferelden had shown up.

"I... I am sorry, please give me a moment."

Cullen steadied his breathing and took stock of the room around him. He recognized everything and it felt real. Lioriley looked real--still the same, but there were subtle differences that he noted. Differences he had never seen before in his dreams--differences that could have only happened when they spent time apart.

"Lioriley, I am so terribly sorry." His voice was hardly above a whisper. Guilt roiled in his stomach as he continued to take deep breaths. "I... after you left the tower, terrible things happened. Visions involving... you. Us."

Visions that would not have happened, had he not felt the same way about her.