For two people who have gone through so much, always on the run, this life feels too new, too odd. Cullen had to get used to a quieter life, one he longed for and never though he’d live to see. He does what he loves — helping people, in the Templar rehabilitation center. Sometimes, the weight of his past actions take a toll on him, and he has to step back. It was hard. It is hard, but you always have his back.

You also had a lot to get used to. There wasn’t time to dwell on them in the heat of the battle, with the world’s fate in your hands. It all came crashing down, eventually. From a nobody, to an unwilling savior with too much responsibilities, soon to be just a name in fading history, left to carry the lurking weight of a friend yet to be saved. Although, you’d agree that none of this compares to the experience of having kids. It’s so warm, so new, and terrifying. Exhausting, but worth the effort.

The last few days have been draining. Magnus — the little boy — is loud, full of energy, which is tiring enough. With the newborn, Laena, sleeping is unheard of. This moment might be a miracle if you’ve ever seen one. Laena, fast asleep on your prosthetic arm, drinking her milk like a starved child. Which she’s not, believe it. Things are almost…peaceful? Not for long. It never lasts. Cullen suddenly barges into the living room, dragging a crying, knee scrapped, Magnus by the arm, the drooling Mabari following close behind, seemingly attempting to comfort the boy with his love licks. The dog couldn’t have known that probably makes his wound sting like hell.

“We were playing catch and he fell down I- this rascal ignores every single one of my warnings! I swear I told him it was dangerous to run fast he just never listens! Not even to the Commander tone-“

Cullen abruptly stops his angry- worried lecture upon meeting with the scene before him. Beautiful. His expression changes into a guilty smile, a silent apology, feeling bad for disturbing your rare and well deserved moment of peace and quiet.