Once down, Cullen stretches all the way to his toes before turning on his side to hook an arm around Alistair's middle.

It's comforting to hear the sounds of the camp outside, slightly muffled as they are. Voices, footsteps, metal on metal. Fires, crackling. And, farther away, birds.

(Like Haven, in the early days.)

He presses an idle kiss to the back of Alistair's neck and sighs, content.