Cullen is tired as well, though certainly not the way she is. He has a million of things to do but honestly? He doesn't give a damn. Not right now. Nothing matters but them and the little miracle he's rocking in his arms right now.

He had tried to keep quiet, to not sing too loudly and wake his wife up but he smiles at her question all the same. He nods. "It is. My mother used to sing it to me as a child."

It stings a little to think his parents will never get to meet their grandchild but he supposes at least little Cai is up there with them and Andraste. It's some comfort, if not much.