Betrys is trying not to disappear into the Herald of Andraste, but it's hard. In the face of their shared pain, the temptation is to call up a capable facade and hide behind it, but Cullen needs his wife, not Thedas' religious figure.

She stands there with him, holding him close, and lets the silence of the room envelop all three of them. And then, finally, she speaks in a low voice.

"We could hold him, if you'd like." She's not sure if he would like that, but it's something to say.