"I can't believe this," Anders is still saying, lost to what else is going on. He puts hand on Nathaniel's shoulder and shakes his head in disbelief. "I didn't mean it, but if this is because of what I said..."
It's unfortunate for a man to be shot with an arrow, of course. Bad. Very bad. Cullen probably hadn't deserved it unless he'd been threatening someone's life at the time. But still... If Nathaniel had roughed up a templar on his behalf--even a one-time templar--he doesn't know what to say. The Warden Commander had taken a huge gamble drawing a line against the templars, and it's an act of loyalty and kindness he may never be able to fully repay.
Would Nathaniel stand up against the templars like that as well? He wouldn't have been sure ten minutes ago. Perhaps he'd misjudged the man...
Distracted by his newfound regard for the Warden at this side, he doesn't notice the injured party in their midst staggering to his feet until Nathaniel reacts. He turns his head to see Cullen turning fifty shades of white with his sword raised at the two of them. Clearly Cullen still has some life left in him. Anders won't feel too bad for ignoring the state he's in for a few moments.
"You want me to use a spell?" He sounds doubtful.
Cullen holds an unusual position on Anders' moral map. On the one hand, he's wounded and Anders isn't one to deny someone aid if they're not a pressing enemy. But on the other hand, how hard is he supposed to try to help an ex-templar who doesn't want help? A little? A lot and subsequently put himself in reach of that sword? A little sounds better. After consulting his conscience, Anders decides he can live with a little.
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It's unfortunate for a man to be shot with an arrow, of course. Bad. Very bad. Cullen probably hadn't deserved it unless he'd been threatening someone's life at the time. But still... If Nathaniel had roughed up a templar on his behalf--even a one-time templar--he doesn't know what to say. The Warden Commander had taken a huge gamble drawing a line against the templars, and it's an act of loyalty and kindness he may never be able to fully repay.
Would Nathaniel stand up against the templars like that as well? He wouldn't have been sure ten minutes ago. Perhaps he'd misjudged the man...
Distracted by his newfound regard for the Warden at this side, he doesn't notice the injured party in their midst staggering to his feet until Nathaniel reacts. He turns his head to see Cullen turning fifty shades of white with his sword raised at the two of them. Clearly Cullen still has some life left in him. Anders won't feel too bad for ignoring the state he's in for a few moments.
"You want me to use a spell?" He sounds doubtful.
Cullen holds an unusual position on Anders' moral map. On the one hand, he's wounded and Anders isn't one to deny someone aid if they're not a pressing enemy. But on the other hand, how hard is he supposed to try to help an ex-templar who doesn't want help? A little? A lot and subsequently put himself in reach of that sword? A little sounds better. After consulting his conscience, Anders decides he can live with a little.