He'd hoped for Nathaniel's opinion on the matter to strengthen his own, one way or another. Instead the man sounds just as undecided, if not more. Cullen looks from Nathaniel to Anders. Still a conversation they've yet to have, then. His eyes wander from one Warden to the other, considers. Something cold and indifferent inside him wants to pry for all the information he could get out of this. But a voice he doesn't feel tells him that this isn't his conversation to force.
(Reminds him that Anders could have taken advantage when his memories were lost, and that he did not. Points plainly at the wound he could have left to bleed out, and did not.)
Cullen's eyes fix Anders silently, but he finally makes himself nod.
"As you say. My room is nearby, I--" He means to leave, and takes the first step. Only standing upright is one thing, and making himself move is another. He swallows. "--might need some help getting there."
He thinks he normally wouldn't ask so readily. He wonders why he does, now. And more than that he looks at Anders expectantly. If the mage wants an out of this conversation, then Cullen will give him an out.
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(Reminds him that Anders could have taken advantage when his memories were lost, and that he did not. Points plainly at the wound he could have left to bleed out, and did not.)
Cullen's eyes fix Anders silently, but he finally makes himself nod.
"As you say. My room is nearby, I--" He means to leave, and takes the first step. Only standing upright is one thing, and making himself move is another. He swallows. "--might need some help getting there."
He thinks he normally wouldn't ask so readily. He wonders why he does, now. And more than that he looks at Anders expectantly. If the mage wants an out of this conversation, then Cullen will give him an out.