Cassandra pauses in her prayers, although she had not been speaking them aloud. It has been a long time since she has given voice to her prayers, even when alone. There is a certain comfort in only hearing the words echo in her mind rather than within a chantry or chapel such as this. She lifts her head, looking over her shoulder to Cullen before she stands.

She dismisses the apology.

"It's late, Cullen."

Which means she can guess what's brought him here. Her prayers can wait.