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His armor is large, but Cullen seems smaller now.
She hesitates before approaching him. His eyes avoid hers, as they have done all day.
“Solana, you coming?” Alistair calls, ready to leave the Circle for Redcliffe.
There isn’t time.
Still…
She clears her throat and Cullen jerks in fright. The armor shines proudly, as if it hadn’t failed so utterly to protect him.
She wants to offer comfort, but isn’t sure how. “Cullen… I…”
“Solana!” Alistair’s impatient.
Cullen swallows and presses his eyes closed. “Go.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Empty words. But in your defense, you always had more sympathy than sense.”