He only has enough for one night. Two, maybe, if he lives off nothing but bread and water for the rest of the trip. (Which would be doable.)

Maybe he'll suggest it to Cullen tonight. Rooms in the university quarter are plentiful enough this time of year; no reason they should have to suffer in a small space when Alistair can go rent another bed for a time.

...What Alistair really ought to do is see if Cullen wants to talk about it anymore, but knowing Cullen, that's never going to happen.

He leans his forehead against the wall a moment, counting his breaths, then goes to the kitchen to get more tea.