Much as Alistair would like to sweep them both into an enormous group hug, Cullen's got a point.

Kieran's on his feet, starting to laugh, too; Alistair wastes no time in pulling him into as fierce a hug as he dares, mindful of the armor. "We won," his son repeats as he flings his arms around Alistair.

"We did." Alistair's face is already starting to hurt from grinning so hard. "Maker's breath. We won."

And then Cullen. No worries about hugging too tightly there. A whoop of delight builds in his chest, rides free on more laughter as he swings Cullen around.