[ Their relationship has been mainly professional, at least from Cullen's perspective. But he would be a liar if he didn't admit that they had developed some sort of closeness from the many hours they had spent together over candlelit debates on a full war table. Endless evenings of discussing plans and preparations to maintain the delicate balance of the world. It was the way of the Inquisition, and Cullen wouldn't have had it any other way. Even if their arguments had gotten rather heated many, many times. ]

[ They may not have much in common other than the Inquisition and their desires to better the world. But Cullen respects Josephine and cares for her deeply, just as he does his recruits and other advisors. ]

[ He manages a smile at her mentions of tactics on the battlefield, even letting out a soft laugh to it. ]

So you've learned.

[ She's right, though. This is merely calling for reinforcements, which is something he has done many times in his career. Cullen has plenty of pride, but not in the sense of asking for help on the battlefield. Calling for help with his health should be no different. ]

[ Cullen pauses a moment, looking to the floor. There's still embarrassment and shame there, though it slowly melts away. ]

You should know how much this means to me. I'm... Admittedly not at my best right now. I bear no pride in saying such a thing, but it is important you know.

I will make this up to you, I promise.