She's about to object that no she doesn't know him, not really. This Dorian and her Dorian could be very different people, motivationally speaking. But Cullen's been here longer, she imagines if he noticed a difference, he would have said something. She stares into the fire, shifting again and pulling her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and sighing.

"Most likely. Even if he needs something else, I'm clearly not the one who should be talking to him."