The door to commander's quarters was left ajar, so he didn't bother knocking. Inquisitor found Cullen Rutherford in front the window, reading a letter with a smirk. It was one of those rare moments, when the warrior didn't look worried, depressed or broody.
Trevelyan felt a little sting of guilt for prying. He cleared his throat and met Cullens startled gaze with an apologetic smile.
"A letter from Mia I presume?"
"Yes, my sister always had a peculiar view of things and an even odder manner in expressing those. It seems her letters are getting longer and longer after everything got back in order …"
Cullen leaned against the table and added amused: "Not that I object."
"It is nice to have a family", Inquisitor noted with a sigh. Though all those funny, squishy and warm-hearted feelings inside started to make him slightly uncomfortable. He cleared his throat again.
"But there are still things to fix, it seems. Josephine told me you wanted to speak with me."
Commander nodded.
"There will always be work to do, Your Worship. We are not in one of those fairytales with a happily ever after. Truth be told, very much like Cassandra, I already await the next great disaster. My life never seemed to disappoint me on this matter."
Cullen turned to his desk, looking for a certain report.
"Aaaand we are back to those needless titles again", Inquisitor mused. "Just call me by my real name. It sounds much nicer."
Cullen gave him a frown over his shoulder.
"I could, … I will, as long as we speak in private. Addressing you too casual in public could insinuate a rather intimate relationship between us."
"Yeah, I know. Absolutely horrifying, right?", Inquisitor commented with a grimace. He rolled his eyes however, as the Commander wasn't looking. I spend too much time with Sera, he thought to himself.
Finally Cullen found the right report and handed it over to the Inquisitor.
"Observations from our men in the Arbor Wilds. It seems our old elven acquaintances are holding peaceful travelers in fear. According to some Orlaisian nobles they might also have strangled and skinned one or two fellows from Fereldan."
Trevelyan took a glance at the sloppy handwriting.
"Lovely. We shall discuss this case at the war table once I'm done reading."
He straightened up and looked to the Commander intently.
"A nice day to you, Cullen."
"Until later, … Lord Trevelyan."
Inquisitor let out a sigh and shook his head in surrender, as he left the Commanders quarters.