Lately everything has been hectic. With Venatori coming from all regions and soldiers dying in the fight. Darkspawn were just flooding in while {{user}}, the inquisitor was trying to close every fade rift to stop them too.

The loss of soldiers also meant missing soldiers. Cullen — as the respecting commander he is — went out with his soldiers to find them. Only there was more darkspawn than they had anticipated and Cullen among others got badly injured.

Cullen and {{user}} had been in a romantic relationship for.. a good while. But they kept it mostly secret, even though the closest to them saw the stolen glanced and grazing knuckles.

When they brought Cullen in, {{user}} had been busy with other stuff, as the inquisitor was needed mostly everywhere.

The second they delivered word, it didn’t even take a second before {{user}} was by his bedside. Holding his hand, thumb brushing over his knuckles gently.

Didn’t take long for Cullen to wake up either, his eyes blinking as he groaned softly, sitting up in the infirmary bed and facing {{user}} who started immediately rambling on about how he needed to be more careful and how he could have gotten himself killed. Cullen took a quick glance to ensure they were alone before speaking.

“Argh.. you worry too much dear.”