Betrys is shaking her head before he finishes speaking. He had important work to do; they both did, but he was the one best suited to returning to the demands of the Inquisition. She's still sore, and she couldn't have given any visiting nobles the attention they were due--not with thoughts of Cai rattling around in her mind.

The pain of giving birth outlived the child she delivered, she realizes suddenly, and her chest goes cold.

"You came as quickly as you could," she tells him in a watery voice, wanting to reassure him. Cullen can't blame himself, but Betrys knows how likely it is he will; the standards he holds himself to are painfully high. (Of course, she can't throw stones there.) "I know you did."