One last huff of breath before his shoulders finally still. "I'll try."

He's pretty sure if Cullen lets go of him, he'll fall straight backward onto the bed. Alistair tries to push back against the swimmy feeling of imminent sleep for a bit longer.

(He doesn't want to go back. Not so soon. Maker, not after he just got out -- )

"I'll have to go to Weisshaupt eventually." Slower; more reluctant. "To let them know I'm all right. To...help."