At the shifting of footsteps, Cullen sticks his head out of the kitchen -- and spies Alistair.

The door hasn't opened or closed; Lavellan's still here.

Cullen isn't a stupid man. "Hold on for two minutes," he says, low. "Please."



He and Lavellan have a hurried, hushed conversation: Cullen agrees to let a guard posted near their door know his whereabouts, and Lavellan will go about her business.

She slips out the front door like a shadow, and pulls a hood over her head.