Alistair snorts, amused. "Then come join me and have some of it."

Even if Alistair isn't eating solid food for the moment, that doesn't mean Cullen can't partake.

The warmth of the broth shocks him, when he gets around to taking a sip. He'd forgotten this, too: that it's possible to feel warm with something other than the clammy sickness of too much adrenaline. He's pretty sure this is the best thing he's ever eaten (well, drank) in his whole life.