"I carried him," she whispers into his tunic, wishing she could agree with him. "I gave him birth. And he--" She gulps in a breath of air.

And Maker only knows what the rest of Thedas will think. She's still a holy figure, for better or worse, one whose ill fortune could be seen as an omen. What should be a private loss for them both could affect the Inquisition's influence.

But it isn't fair for Cullen to have to stand here and comfort her when he's lost as much as she. She takes another deep breath, raising her head enough to look at him. "I...I can take you to him. If you'd like to see him."