Kirkwall Circle robes. Is that where the passing familiarity comes from? A mage, one whose face he remembers barely, and whose name not at all? His stomach clenches. Negligence? Someone from another world, or someone who was taken from his mind? He cannot discount any of that anymore.

--Enough that he should feel so ill at ease. He catches the movement of her eyes. If their worlds have any common ground at all, then it is hardly difficult to imagine what she fears. Cullen keeps the shield at his side, but he lifts his other hand, away from his blade.

"We're not in Kirkwall anymore. Meredith is not here, and I mean you no harm."

Say more? Not yet. He waits.