She was close enough again that Cullen was wrapped in the scent of her--of a warm campfire beckoning one into comfort after a long winter storm. How had everything changed, and nothing at the same time? "Now that you are here... things could not be better. Truly." A hesitant hand rests on top of hers. "I am glad you are here. Not just for the Inquisition, but..." his words trailed off.