She raises her eyebrows at that, looking back at Cullen again. "Oh. I... suppose that would do it, then." Suddenly she's very aware of her hand in his and she pulls it away, rubbing both her hands over her face.

"Maker's breath, and here we are. He's miserable and I'm groping you in public." She's aware that's an overly dramatic way of putting it, but she also knows-knew Dorian. He's nothing if not theatrical. "He's probably trying to bury it. It's easier to pretend someone's dead, than think they're... somewhere you can't reach, I suppose?"