Cullen exhales, long, and a little shaky. He presses the heels of his hands against his eyes until they hurt.

Leftover from his meeting with Samson, he thinks, a little bleakly. Combined with being so worried for so long, and then just having that worry -- lifted.

He needs to be alone until he can get himself together. And -- thankfully -- it appears as though Alistair is finally beginning to understand that.