He is with her! He sent a soldier to inspect his room and he is not there, if the rumors are true, he should find him here, in her room, in her bed… his stomach churns at the thought…This foolish thing must stop!
She opens the door, disheveled and clearly annoyed, he walks past her and enter the room his eyes inspecting the bed first then every corner, ignoring her, when she asks; why did he come to her room. After a moment he responds, his expression appeased and his voice courteous, "Excuse me Inquisitor I thought you were in danger…my men told me that the prisoner is not in his room and he was seen lingering around your quarters…so I.." how dare you" she mumbles "I beg your…" she looks up at him, burning rage in her eyes, without thinking he steps back as she continues "how dare you come into my room uninvited, who you think you are? You arrogant bastard! Spying on me, telling me what I should do!" Cullen cold gaze indicates that he now has no more doubts about the nature of her relationship with Samson, fine! , she thinks, if the commander came to unveil the truth she would be happy to oblige.
"Inquisitor" he says clenching his fists and turning around to leave as if looking at her face was somehow unbearable. "Quit sneering, you aren't better than him" she spits out with disdain. It's clear now that Lavellan won't let it go easily. He grips the sword's pommel, more nervous than threatening; obviously, she is not planning on shutting her big mouth.
"Inside you…there is the same rage, the same fire, the only difference is that you have been lucky, chosen by Meredith and then Cassandra, are you angry because I chose him?" a part of her hopes that Cullen would end this conversation with an amused laugh, the other part, the merciless one needs to tear up something, something as valuable as Cullen's friendship.
"That's what I expected" he says coldly "your judgment is clouded Inquisitor, the villain is turning you against your allies, he must have told you that you are alike too, victims of bigotry and cruel laws, hum? But, maybe, he and I, are the same, after all, we have been given the same chances to begin with in life, if he fucked up it was his fault, no one else's" she stares at him, he knows that look yet he continues "He is weak, he proves it again by slithering, like the snake he is, into the bed of a lonely, homesick woman."
"unmoved and remorseless as usual captain.", her voice, a hateful hiss, when she adds "it should have been you, I wish it was you that night at Haven, I wish it was you, the one who is dying" he tries to reach the door, almost running, afraid of his own reaction if he keeps listening to her, spitting her venom and glaring at him.
That voice he knows well calls her name and she finally stops talking, Cullen turns to take a final look before stepping out of her room, he sees Samson near the curtain he was hiding behind, and glances what he hopes to be regret in the young woman's eyes.
Lavellan stays motionless in the middle of the room, head down and fists clenched, Samson puts his hand on her shoulder and it nearly makes her jump, "no" she tries to push him away, so he tightens the embrace till she's digging her nails into his back and crying in his arms. For the first time, he is holding her outside of a bed, for the first time their proximity was initiated by another sentiment than lust.