Alistair pulls in another slightly unsteady breath. He closes his fingers around the coin. Without lifting his gaze, he nods.

"I will. I promise."

He doesn't feel any calmer, really, but...quieter, perhaps. It's easier to focus on one small task amid the enormity of everything else. Move this bit of rubble here instead of clear out the Tower. Give Cullen's brother the coin instead of grapple with the fact that your friend is gone.

(Mostly gone. Whatever.)