Cullen sat outside the Inquisitor's door, head in his hands as he waited impatiently, afraid for his beloved. The silence was worse than the cries of pain that had ceased about an hour ago. He shivered, staring intently at the floor, at least when she was screaming he knew that Rosalina was alive. Now there was nothing. He wish Vivienne or even Dorian would come down just to let him know she was alive.
"Don't worry, Curly," Varric said softly, sitting down next to the Commander, "If it was bad news Sparkles would have told us by now. I'm sure dear Rosie is fine."
Cullen shook his head, "I did this to her Varric, and what if she's not okay?"
Varric frowned, glancing at the others who were waiting with him before answering, "She will be. She has to be."
Sera paced silently while Iron Bull and Blackwall sat side-by-side. Cassandra frowned at Sera, but refrained from saying anything, understanding that she needed to pace to keep herself calm. Cole, in fact, was the only one who seemed calmed, agitated only by their agitation.
"I could check on her, if you like," Cole said quietly. "I know I'm not as quiet as I used to be, but I can check."
Cullen shook his head, "Dorian explicitly said No one else."
The room grew quiet again as the group waited. Praying that the Inquisitor was alright, and Cullen thought back to the first time he'd ever laid eyes on his beloved wife.