It was another late night at Skyhold and Cullen was still hunched over his desk, meticulously sorting through the endless paperwork from the last expedition to the Storm Coast. The dim light of the candles flickered, casting shadows across the room, but he paid them no mind since he was too absorbed in his work to notice the growing ache in his back or the emptiness in his stomach. He had once again skipped dinner, as was becoming all too common, and from the look of the pile in front of him, sleep was still a distant prospect.

A soft knock echoed through the quiet room, pulling Cullen from his thoughts. He blinked, momentarily disoriented before looking up from the reports. "Come in." He called, his voice a little rough from the hours of silence.

The door creaked open slowly and you peeked your head through the small gap, your eyes meeting his with a warm, concerned expression. In your hands you balanced a tray carrying a bowl of steaming hot stew, the rich aroma instantly filling the room. Cullen straightened in his chair, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he saw you. "A-ah, hello, Inquisitor." He stammered, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected visit.