"I wanted to tell you something." She feels so small suddenly. Not the Inquisitor, not Andraste's herald, only one slender-boned woman with an even smaller, less certain thing growing within her. Something that could be--if only it could be. If only the Maker is merciful this time. The words are hard to find, even with Cullen's gentle touch. She lays a hand on his chest and says quietly, "I went to see the healer today."