Maybe this was the end point of what Alistair was after tonight, Cullen muses. At least they got there. Found some kind of compromise.

It's good to be in the Basin. But he misses Skyhold. Their room. Their bed.

(He might have taken a clipping from a plant at the lake, carefully coaxing it into a steady life, for their return. A secret, for now: something he can keep for himself, until the time is right.

Other things, though... they bear some thinking about.)