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[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair surprises himself: he adapts to the Basin a lot quicker than he expected.

The camps feel -- snug, he decides. In a good way. Trees overhead, a limited number of egress points, a vantage point so high it puts every night by the ladder to shame: they're not the stone walls of Skyhold, but maybe they're the next best thing. After an initial restless night or two, he sleeps soundly.

(Knowing he's surrounded by lots of people with sharp, pointy weapons? Also helpful.)

Joining the patrol rotations seems like a decent next step. No point in being in the field, especially after all that training with Bull, if he's just going to twiddle his thumbs all day.

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[howtoactfereldan]

He should tell him. He's got to tell him.

At the lake, Cullen thinks. Let this linger a while longer.

There's a candle already lit; Cullen folds the letter and seals it inside another page addressed to South Reach.

As they pass the palisade (and still within sight of the gate guards), Cullen takes Alistair's hand, and says, idly:

"So? What's going to be in your first letter, then?"

[bringspeopletogether]

"After a proper introduction that dwells more on my favorite types of cheese than anything involving the Fifth Blight?" Alistair smiles, winding his fingers more securely around Cullen's. "That threatened sketch of your hair first thing in the morning. Reassurances that you're doing a fine job looking out for the Inquisition. Maybe another sketch of you as three nugs standing on each others' shoulders, wearing your coat."

[howtoactfereldan]

"Sounds good. -- make sure you include all of those threatened sketches, yes? She'll appreciate that. And it might get you some drawings from the children in return."

(Cullen might send another note to Mia suggesting this. Maybe.)

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair brightens. "We could start a collection," he says. "Hang them all around the chest upstairs. Maybe put the most imposing-looking ones right behind your desk."

[howtoactfereldan]

"Any portraits of me stay upstairs," he warns.

[bringspeopletogether]

"And just when I planned to commission a full-size painting of you as a nug." Alistair heaves a sigh. "Damn. It was going to be your birthday present, too."

[howtoactfereldan]

"You weren't, and it wasn't."

[bringspeopletogether]

Straight-faced: "You got me. It was going to be a portrait of you as a bear."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen says thoughtfully, "It's been some time since I wielded the threat of porridge. It might be time to bring it back."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair's jaw drops.

"But the porridge here is even worse than Skyhold's porridge!"

Would you truly be so cruel, Cullen?

[howtoactfereldan]

"Making it an even more potent weapon." Cheerful.

[bringspeopletogether]

Guess that means yes.

Alistair pulls a face and grumbles, good-naturedly. "Fine, fine. No silly portraits. Only very solemn and staid ones that never see the light of day."

[howtoactfereldan]

"I thought we agreed that cariacatures were superior anyhow?" Cullen squeezes his hand.

[bringspeopletogether]

"Did we?" Alistair returns the squeeze. "I suppose so. They're more true to life anyhow. Stodgy paintings look nice, but caricatures really capture the essence of a person."

[howtoactfereldan]

"And forget that we've never seen nugs with moustaches in the wild."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair lifts one finger, very seriously, and says:

"Yet."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen begins to laugh quietly.

"Yet," he says. Fond.

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair beams, and leans over to kiss Cullen on the cheek.

They're nearly to the lake. The ground has gone a bit softer underfoot; a damp, faintly green smell suffuses the air.

[howtoactfereldan]

"Shame you reclaimed your sock," Cullen observes. "We could have fished."

[bringspeopletogether]

"I can always sacrifice another one for the cause." Alistair breathes deep, filling his lungs with the fresh air. "If you've line and a hook to spare, anyway."

[howtoactfereldan]

"I do."

Here goes.

"I won't need to take them with me, when I go to tour the camps for a few days."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair blinks.

"Sorry, what?"

[howtoactfereldan]

"Farrow's coming in late tonight."

He tightens his hold on Alistair's hand.

"I can arrange to have him stay tomorrow, but I'll need to go with him, when he goes the following day."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Oh."

It sounds automatic. Like he's belatedly realized he needs to say something, despite having no idea what to say. Alistair looks over the water -- absurdly glad, for a moment, that Cullen didn't tell him earlier, while he was still out of sorts from the day's patrol.

At last, he drags his other hand through his hair, sighs, and mumbles, "Well, shit."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen echoes his sigh.

Not much louder: "Depending on how tomorrow goes... you could come. If you'd like."

But he doesn't sound very enthusiastic about it.