Cullen could hardly believe that any of this was happening--had she not talked him out of his brief panic, he might have still thought it was a dream about to turn nightmare. His cheeks burned hot when she pressed her lips to his forehead, and he was laughing awkwardly as he turned back to the table. This time he grabbed her hand and took a big swallow of wine.

"I am... beyond words, happy to have you here Lioriley. The Inquisitor could not have found a better helping hand than yours. And of course... selfishly, I hope you wish to stay for quite some time."