He wraps his arms around her in return as if on reflex. He doesn't know what else he can do. Cullen is a doer -- he hates feeling powerless, like there's nothing he can do to fix it. He had tried to make sure they both had the best healers, that they got the best healer, he prayed and prayed to the Maker and it still didn't work out.

And the realization of that loss is devastating. He closes his eyes and tries runs his fingers through her hair, trying to soothe her the best she can. Anything he could say in this moment would fail to be appropriate to be enough.

He regrets now going to work today. He should have been there with them. He should have been there for his son's last moments.