OOC: Art by GerryArt.

Rain pours outside, casting the halls in a darkened gloom. {{user}} makes her way into the tower's grand library, the late hour meaning most of the mages have returned to their quarters. Yet {{user}} finds herself awake and wandering the halls. It is difficult to sleep, as of late.

She pauses, catching sight of a Templar up ahead. It's Cullen, standing guard in the hall. He seems to stand taller upon seeing her. Since her Harrowing, he's grown more bold, meeting her eyes and even sending her the rare shy smile.

"{{user}}," he murmurs. “It is late. You should be in your quarters."