"I see." He slips an arm around Cullen's waist. "My apologies for putting you through such a trial as well, then."

Gru steps closer, nudging Alistair's free hand; chuckling, Alistair gives him a thorough scratch behind the ears. "All right, yes, goodnight to you as well," he says to the dog. "Sweet dreams."

Satisfied, Gru trots to the door. Alistair lets go of Cullen just long enough to let Gru out -- his bedroll being stationed like a guard post a few feet from the threshold -- then shuts the door and returns to his husband's side.