Cullen takes in a deep breath and does not point out that there are other things Alistair could be doing with that hand, such as what he is doing with his other hand.

Maybe if they hadn't fought -- if Rainier hadn't --

But they did, and he did, and Cullen -- well. Alistair struggles enough with knowing what's real. Providing what reassurance he can -- being a shelter, a landmark -- that's service, as well.

He aims that crooked smile up at Alistair. "That and more, Theirin. Far more."