Cullen rolls his shoulders. Somewhere he knows the difference is not meant to be in his body, but he tests it all the same. Fingers flexed, half a step forward taken. A deliberate breath, and a gulp which swallows down the taste of nothing at all. Ferelden is still a meaningless name. He is still looking at a stranger.

"If it was meant to get me to remember something I couldn't possibly know-- But no, I don't feel any different, I don't think your spell worked the way you'd hoped." Cullen shakes his head. "I still don't know your name either, but I did mean to ask."