Alistair breathes out. All right. That's -- good. (And it even sounds like something Cullen would say, which...he's not sure why that would ever be in doubt, but. Good.)

As the panic starts to quiet, embarrassment floods in to replace it. Several moments pass before he types a response.

QG: No
QG: Nothing like that

There's really nothing he can say that doesn't sound like a child knocking on their parents' door after a bad dream, is there. Well. In for a sovereign.

QG: I thought something had happened
QG: I don't know why
QG: Never mind