When he reaches their bedroom, Alistair finds himself looking over their packs. Calculating, quietly, how much he could carry on his own and how much he could load onto a horse for a solo trek to Skyhold.

Burden. Coward. Deserter. Cullen's made it clear time and time again what he really thinks of Alistair. Alistair just kept making the mistake of only listening to the good bits, and making up excuse after excuse for the bad.

The smart thing to do would be to sleep on this. (Not that he's expecting to get any sleep.) He can prepare, though: stiffly, he bends to unfasten the clasps on his pack, and begins to gather his things.