A/N: Cullen catches Finley singing. Fluff.

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"Finley," Cullen said as he propped himself up on one elbow, his bed sheets falling down to bunch around his waist.

The lump under the covers beside him seemed to cringe in on itself as Finley's muffled voice responded, "You weren't supposed to hear."

He moved closer to her, carefully resting his hand on top of where her shoulder was. When she didn't say anything, he pulled his hand away and then jerked the covers over his head, moving under them until he could wrap his arms around her. The tension in her lasted another second before she relaxed against him, skin against skin.

"I wasn't trying to embarrass you," he offered, nuzzling his nose in her hair.

A few moments earlier, he'd woken to a soft voice singing a part of the Chant of Light, and it had taken him a moment to realize that it was Finley. She'd been playing with his hair, his head resting against her shoulder, his arms around her and her free hand resting on him.

It had been in that instant that he'd realized he'd never heard her sing before. Every now and then he'd allowed himself a soft line or two, and Finley always seemed to find solace in his voice, curling up beside him or sprawled out on top of him.

He'd never really thought much of it, but now…

When he'd realized it was her—it had to be as no one else was in the room with them—he'd sleepily complimented her, or so he'd thought. He couldn't quite remember what he'd said, but it had been something about a Maker's blessing or…

"You can't tell anyone," she whispered. Even under the sheets with her, her voice was still a little muffled.

"Alright," he squeezed her gently. "Not a soul."

Her hands found their way to his, and she laced their fingers together, seemingly content with his answer.

They lay there a few quite minutes before Cullen finally asked, "Is there a reason why? You have a pretty voice."

Silence made all the more suffocating by the fact that they were under the covers settled over them for a breath before Finley finally answered. "Andraste sang."

Cullen frowned at that, his mind still too sleep-muddled to follow along. "Yes…and?"

"And?" At that Finley shot up in bed, the covers practically flying off them. As she started talking, it was as much with her hands as her voice, irritation plastered to her features. "Oh, I don't know. I would like to think it can't get much worse than an entire cult of people following me around and calling me their Herald. Yet every time I think it can't get worse, it does." She looked at him pointedly. "Imagine what they'd do if they knew I could sing. I don't know what could be worse than being a Herald of the Maker's Bride, but I'm sure someone would think of it, and then I'd be that." She fumbled for the words for a moment, and then threw her hands in the air. "Andraste's reincarnation or something equally stupid!"

Cullen waited until she was only quietly seething before catching one of her hands and pressing a quick kiss to her palm. "If you're Andraste's reincarnation, who saved you from the Fade?"

With a huff, she fell back onto the bed, pausing to let out an 'ow' when she scraped her scalp against the headboard. There was a flicker of magic as she slid back under the covers and then it was gone. Sometimes it surprised him just how fast she could cast her healing spells. "It was an example."

"Of course." When she'd settled back on the bed, he pulled the covers back up and lay beside her, one arm resting across her waist. Even as she rested one of her arms with his, again lacing their fingers, he couldn't help but grin. "I'd rather you not end up Andraste's reincarnation. I don't think I could share you with anyone else, even the Maker."

"I will leave this room."

"It's your room."

"I'm serious. You can't tell anyone."

Smile slipping, Cullen sat up a little again, meeting her gaze. He gave her a firm nod. "I already said, not a soul." As she sighed, he leaned down and kissed her shoulder. "But I'd like to hear you sing. Sometime when we're alone."

Her fingers curled in his unkempt hair and she kissed his temple. "We'll see."