Leliana picks simple songs -- not the Chant itself, but adjacent songs, songs written by people. The Orlesian ones Cullen doesn't know, Josephine takes. He'd known she, too, was a bard, but had forgotten until she winds harmonies along Leliana's voice that, strangely, make him think of Kirkwall. But Kirkwall was closer to Antiva, he thinks; it wasn't out of the ordinary, there.

We should go downstairs, he says, softly. To let them join with us.

Leliana nods, tuning again. One more, and we shall. One you should know. Join me.

It's her business to know things. Cullen knows that. But there's no reason for her to know he has a very clear and sharp memory of his mother singing it the night before he was to leave for the Chantry. A good memory, still. After everything.

So Leliana takes the first line of the old parting song on her own, before Cullen lets out a long breath and picks up the harmony, to provide the benediction.