[ He has a point. If Cullen closes his eyes and simply smells the air, he can almost imagine that he's there in Kirkwall again. Just for an instant, the tang of sea air smells familiar. But the noticeable lack of smoke and ash and rotting garbage quickly becomes too obvious and without its unique stench, nowhere smells anything like Kirkwall.
Cullen knows the implication of those words, knows Dorian's referring to the pains the lyrium withdrawal has left him with. To communicate that, he reaches up and pats that hand with his own. ]
Thank you, my friend. [ He smiles then, halfway between shyly eager and somewhat embarrassed. Magic is still such a complicated subject for him. ] I look forward to it.
[ Then, quieter, slightly more serious, he adds; ]
no subject
Cullen knows the implication of those words, knows Dorian's referring to the pains the lyrium withdrawal has left him with. To communicate that, he reaches up and pats that hand with his own. ]
Thank you, my friend. [ He smiles then, halfway between shyly eager and somewhat embarrassed. Magic is still such a complicated subject for him. ] I look forward to it.
[ Then, quieter, slightly more serious, he adds; ]
What was it like? Qarinus. Do you miss it?