Mid-morning, Cullen and Harding take a walk to the lake. He has records; she doesn't write anything down unless she can't help it. He rather admires her amiable demeanor: it invites underestimation, which is one reason she's so effective in the field as one of Leliana's operatives.

Lieutenant Farrow is scheduled to come in tonight, Harding says, and he'll go out again tomorrow or the next day. That would be the best time for you to go visiting. We could send someone out with you, but that would mean taking them away from somewhere else.

No, I quite understand, Cullen says. He palms a flat rock. I don't wish to disturb your efforts. You've done a really remarkable job here, Lieutenant.

I -- thank you, Commander. Harding looks surprised, and a little embarrassed. That's... kind of you to say.

Cullen, of course, has no idea what that feeling is like at all. So he says, simply, It's the truth, and skips the rock across the surface of the lake. I realize that Sister Leliana and I frequently prefer... disparate approaches. It's no small task to bridge that, and you and Farrow have accomplished a great deal with very little.

I try my best, Commander, Harding says, and stoops to pick up a rock herself. When she throws it, Cullen loses count at seven skips.

Well, now you've ruined it, Cullen says. Harding laughs.