Cassandra makes a soft noise of acknowledgement. It's been a while since his nightmares have kept him awake as far as she knows. Although it's entirely possible he's simply tossed and turned until what seemed like a reasonable hour to get up, not wanting to burden anyone else with it or perhaps even acknowledge how deeply his nightmares affect him. The Inquisition is meant to be a fresh start for Cullen after all, a chance to make himself into the man he wants to be and not the one he was or expected to be in the past.

It's hard to tell if it's the right place to be attempting this still, even by Cassandra's opinion at times. But she believes it is. If there is a place that he can defeat this, it's here with the Inquisition, with something to keep his mind and hands busy rather than trying to fight the pain and nightmares somewhere in the quiet. But sometimes the quiet has its uses.

"Would you like to be alone?"